is no matter, etc.-The Second Folio goes, or , on "let on Images Be hung with the Caesars Trophees." ier does not state that this is corrected by his otator. ill make him fly.—A modern sentence constructed fashion would constitute the him the antecedent ho, and give it the meaning of the person gener(in this instance) else would soar, etc., or whoild. But it will be more accordant with the style espeare's day to leave the him unemphatic, and to cæsar as being the antecedent to who. It was not unusual, or accounted so inelegant, as it would in our more precise and straitened syntax, thus ate the relative from its true antecedent by the ition of another false or apparent one, or to tack elative clause to the completed statement as if it n an afterthought. Thus, again in the present e have, in 704,— Coming from Sardis, on our former ensign Two mighty eagles fell, and there they perched, -16, O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early; SCENE II.-The same. A Public Place. Procession with Music, CESAR; ANTONY, for the course; URNIA, PORTIA, DECIUS, CICERO, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and a great crowd following, among them a SOOTHSAYER. Calphurnia, a. Peace, ho! Cæsar speaks. Calphurnia, Here, my lord. [Music ceases. 76 PHILOLOGICAL COMMENTARY. 23. Cæs. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, When he doth run his course.-Antonius. Ant. Cæsar, my lord. 25. Cæs. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, Ant. I shall remember: When Cæsar says, Do this, it is performed. Cæs. Ha! who calls? Casca. Bid every noise be still :-Peace yet again. Cæs. Who is it in the press that calls on me? I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music, Cry, Cæsar. Speak; Cæsar is turned to hear. 32. Sooth. Beware the ides of March. Cæs. What man is that? 34. Bru. A soothsayer, bids you beware the ides of Ma Cæs. Set him before me; let me see his face. Cas. Fellow, come from the throng: Look upon Ca Speak once ag 39. Cæs. He is a dreamer: let us leave him ;-pass. [Sennet. Exeunt all but BRUTUS a Cas. Will you go see the order of the course? Cas. 1 pray you do. Bru. I am not gamesome: I do lack some part Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires; 44. Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late: 45. Bru. Cassius, Be not deceived: if I have veiled my look, I turn the trouble of my countenance Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviours: Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, Forgets the shews of love to other men. 46. Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion; By means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face? 47. Bru. No, Cassius: for the eye sees not itself, But by reflection, by some other things. 48. Cas. 'Tis just : And it is very much lamented, Brutus, That you have no such mirrors as will turn me, Cassius, 50. Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear: Will modestly discover to yourself That of yourself which you yet know not of. That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard, To all the rout, then hold me dangerous. [Flourish and shout. 51. Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, the people Choose Cæsar for their king. Cas. Ay, do you fear it? Then must I think you would not have it so. 53. Bru. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well. But wherefore do you hold me here so long? 78 PHILOLOGICAL COMMENTARY What is it that you would impart to me? For, let the gods so speed me, as I love The name of Honour more than I fear Death. I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself. I was born free as Cæsar; so were you: And bade him follow: so, indeed, he did. Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of Tiber Did I the tired Cæsar: And this man Is now become a god; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark Alas! it cried, Give me some drink, Titinius, A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world, 55. Bru. Another general shout! I do believe, that these applauses are [Shout. Flourish. For some new honours that are heaped on Cæsar. 56. Cas. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Walk under his huge legs, and peep about That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed: O! you and I have heard our fathers say, There was a Brutus once, that would have brooked 57. Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous [Shout. |