And when you saw his Chariot but appeare, And do you now put on your best attyre? Runne to your houses, fall upon your knees, 50 Fla. Go, go, good Countrymen, and for this fault Assemble all the poore men of your sort; Draw them to Tyber bankes, and weepe your teares Into the Channell, till the lowest streame Do kisse the most exalted Shores of all. Exeunt all the Commoners. 60 70 1 ceremonial vestments You know it is the Feast of Lupercall. Fla. It is no matter, let no Images Be hung with Caesars Trophees: Ile about, These growing Feathers, pluckt from Cæsars wing, 80 Who else would soare above the view of men, 69. where: whether-CAMBRIDGE. mettle: metal-JOHNSON. Exeunt [Scene ii. A public place.] [Flourish.] Enter Cæsar, Antony for the Course, Calphurnia, Portia, De- | cius, Cicero, Brutus, Cassius, Caska, [a great crowd following] a Soothsayer: af- | ter them Murellus and Flavius. | Cas. Calphurnia. Cask. Peace ho, Cæsar speakes. Cæs. Calphurnia. Calp. Heere my Lord. Cas. Stand you directly in Antonio's way, When he doth run his course. Ant. Cæsar, my Lord. Antonio. Cæs. Forget not in your speed Antonio, To touch Calphurnia: for our Elders say, The Barren touched in this holy chace, Shake off their sterrile curse. Ant. I shall remember, When Casar sayes, Do this; it is perform'd. Cæs. Set on, and leave no Ceremony out. Sooth. Cæsar. Cas. Ha? Who calles? IO [Flourish.] Cask. Bid every noyse be still: peace yet againe. 20 Cas. Who is it in the presse, that calles on me? I heare a Tongue shriller then all the Musicke Cry, Cæsar: Speake, Cæsar is turn'd to heare. Sooth. Beware the Ides of March. Cas. What man is that? 1. Calpburnia: Calpurnia, and so throughout-GRant White. 8. Antonio's: Antonius'-POPE. 9, 11. Antonio: Antonius, and so throughout-PoPE. Br. A Sooth-sayer bids you beware the Ides of March Sennet. 30 Cas. He is a Dreamer, let us leave him: Passe. Exeunt. Manet Brut. & Cass. Cassi. Will you go see the order of the course? Brut. Not I. Cassi. I pray you do. Brut. I am not Gamesom: I do lacke some part Of that quicke Spirit that is in Antony: Let me not hinder Cassius your desires; Ile leave you. Cassi. Brutus, I do observe you now of late: Bru. Cassius, Be not deceiv'd: If I have veyl'd my looke, Meerely upon my selfe. Vexed I am Of late, with passions of some difference, 40 50 Which give some soyle (perhaps) to my Behaviours: But let not therefore my good Friends be greev'd (Among which number Cassius be you one) Nor construe any further my neglect, Then that poore Brutus with himselfe at warre, Cassi. Then Brutus, I have much mistook your passion, By meanes whereof, this Brest of mine hath buried Thoughts of great value, worthy Cogitations. Tell me good Brutus, Can you see your face? 60 For the eye sees not it selfe but by reflection, Cassius. 'Tis just, And it is very much lamented Brutus, That you have no such Mirrors, as will turne I have heard, Where many of the best respect in Rome, Leade me Cassius? That you would have me seeke into my selfe, For that which is not in me? 70 Cas. Therefore good Brutus, be prepar'd to heare: That of your selfe, which you yet know not of. That I do fawne on men, and hugge them hard, 61-3. 2 11. ending self, things-Rowe. 74-5. I 1.-ROWE. 80 90 68-9. 1 1.-Rowe. 84. Laughter: laugher-RowE. Flourish, and Shout. Bru. What meanes this Showting? I do feare, the People choose Casar For their King. Cassi. I, do you feare it? Then must I thinke you would not have it so. I cannot tell, what you and other men We both have fed as well, and we can both And bad him follow: so indeed he did. 92-5. 2 five-accent 11.-Rowe. 100 120 |