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23. Cæs. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, When he doth run his course. ---Antonius.
Ant. Cæsar, my lord.
To touch Calphurnia ; for our elders say,
Ant. I shall remember :
Cæs. Who is it in the press that calls on me?
Cry, Cæsar, Speak; Cæsar is turned to hear. 32. Sooth. Beware the ides of March.
Cæs. What man is that?
Cæs. Set him before me; let me see his face.
Sooth. Beware the ides of March.
[Sennet. Exeunt all but BRUTUS and CASSITS.
Bru. I am not gamesome : I do lack some part
I'll leave you.
44. Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late:
I have not from your eyes that gentleness,
friend that loves you. 45. Bru. Cassius,
Be not deceived: if I have veiled my look,
Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviours :
Forgets the shews of love to other men.
By means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried
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,
have no such mirrors as will turn
Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself
For that which is not in me!
And, since you know you cannot see yourself
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 ?
What is it that you would impart to me?
The name of Honour more than I fear Death. 54. Cas. 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 single 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 Cæsar ; 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 gusty day, The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores, Cæsar said to me, Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point ? Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, And bade him follow : so, indeed, he did. The torrent roared; and we did buffet it With lusty sinews; throwing it aside, And stemming it with hearts of controversy. But ere we could arrive the point proposed, Cæsar cried, Help me, Cassius, or I sink. I, as Æneas, our great ancestor, 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 If Cæsar carelessly 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 same eye, whose bend doth awe the world, Did lose his lustre: 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 cried, Give me some drink, Titinius,
[Shout. Flourish. 55. Bru. Another general shout!
I do believe, that these applauses are
For some new honours that are heaped on Cæsar.
Like a Colossus; and we petty men
and I have heard our fathers say, There was a Brutus once, that would have brooked The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome
As easily as a king.
What you would work me to, I have some aim;
Both meet to hear, and answer, such high things.
Is like to lay upon us. 58. Cas. I am glad, that my weak words Have struck but this much shew of fire from Brutus.
Re-enter CÆSAR, and his Train. Bru. The games are done and Cæsar is returning. 60. Cas. As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve;
And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you
What hath proceeded, worthy note, to-day. 61. Bru. I will do so :—But, look you, Cassius,
The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow,
Being crossed in conference by some senators. 62. Cas. Casca will tell us what the matter is.
Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights :
He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.
He is noble Roman, and well given. 67. Cæs. Would he were fatter.-But I fear him not.
Yet, if my name were liable to fear,