And do you now put on your best attire ? Run to your houfes, fall upon your knees, Flav. Co, go, good countrymen, and for that fault Affemble all the poor men of your fort; Draw them to Tyber's bank, and weep your tears Into the channel, 'till the loweft ftream Do kifs the moft exalted shores of all. [Exeunt Commoners. If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies. You know, it is the feast of Lupercal. Flav. It is no matter let no images Be hung with Cafar's trophies; I'll about, And drive away the vulgar from the streets : So do you too, where you perceive them thick. Thefe growing feathers, pluckt from Cæfar's wing, Will make him fly an ordinary pitch; Who elfe would foar above the view of men, And keep us all in fervile fearfulness. [Exeunt fewerally. Enter Cæfar, Antony, for the Courfe, Calphurnia, Porcia, Decius, Cicero, Brutus, Caffius, Cafca, a Soothsayer. Caf. Calphurnia, Cafca. Peace, ho! Cæfar fpeaks. Caf. Calphurnia, Calp. Here, my Lord. Caf. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, When he doth run his Courfe Ant. Cæfar, my Lord. -Antonius, Caf. Forget not in your speed, Antonius, To touch Calphurmia; for our elders fay, The barren, touched in this holy chase, Shake off their fteril curfe. Ant. I fhall remember. When Cefar fays, do this; it is perform'd. Caf. Ha! who calls? Cafca. Bid every noife be ftill; peace yet again. Bru. A footh-fayer bids you beware the Ides of March. Cafca. Fellow, come from the throng, look upon Cæfar. Caf. What fay'ft thou to me now ? fpeak once again. Secth. Beware the Ides of Marchat Caf. He is a dreamer, let us leave him; pafs. [Exeunt. Cæfar and Train. Manent Brutus and Caffius. Cef. Will you go fie the order of the Courfe? Bru. Not I. Caf. I pray you, do. Bra. I am not gamefome; I do lack fome part Let me not hinder, Cafius, your defires; Caf. Brutus, I do obferve you now of late; Bru. Caffius, Be not deceiv'd: if I have veil'd my look, Merely 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, Cal. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your paffion; And it is very much lamented, Brutus, That you might fee your fhadow. I have heard, Caf. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to hear; Will modeftly discover to yourself That of yourself, which yet you know not of, And be not jealous of me, gentle Brutus: Bru. What means this fhouting? I do fear, the people Chufe Cafar for their King. Caf. Ay, do you fear it? Then muft I think, you would not have it fo. (3) And I will look on both indifferently;] What a Contradiction to this, are the Lines 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 Balance to Death, which is not speaking at all like Brutas: før, 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 Tranfcribers imagining, the Adverb indifferently must be applied to Two things eppos'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 fo Cajca afterwards again in this act, employs it, And dangers are to me indifferent. i. e. I weigh them not; am not deterr'd on the Score of Danger. Mr. Warburton. The The troubled Tyber chafing with his hores, And bid him follow; fo, indeed, he did. Did from the flames of Troy upon his fhoulder Is now become a God; and Caffius is He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark God did fhake; Bru. Another general fhout! I do believe, that these applaufes are [Shout. Flourish. For fome new honours that are heap'd on Cafar. Walk under his huge legs, and peep about Men at fome times are mafters of their fates: But |