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Sic. Is't possible, that so short i time can alter the Call all your tribes together, praise the gods, condition of a man?

dou make triumphant fires; strew flowers before them: Men. There is differency between a grub, and a Unshout the noise that banish d Dlarcius, butterfly; yet your butterfly was a grub. This Mar- Repeal him with the welcome of his mother ; cius is grown from man to dragon: he has wings; Cry,--Welcome, ladies, welcome !he's more than a creeping thing.


Welcome, ladies! Sic. He loved his mother dearly.

Welcome! (A flourish with drums and trumpets. Men, So did he me: and he no more remembers

(Eseunt. his mother now, than an eight-year old horse. The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes. When he walks,

SCENE V.-Antium. A puolic Place. he moves like an engine, and the ground shrinks be- Enter Tullus Aufidius, with Attendants. fore his treading. He is able to pierce a corslet with

Auf Go tell the lords of the city, I am here : his eye; talks like a knell, and his hum is a battery. Deliver them this paper : having read it, He sits in his state, as a thing made for alexander. Bid them repair to the market-place; where I, What he bids be done, is fiuished with his bidding. Even in theirs and in the cominons' ears, He wants nothing of a god, but eternity, and a hea. Will vouch the truth of it. Him I accuse, ven to throne in.

The city ports by this hath enter'd, and Sic. Yes, mercy, if you report him truly.

Intends to appear before the people, hoping Men. I paint him in the character. Mark what To purge himself with words : Despatch. mercy his mother shall bring from him : There is no

(Eseunt Attendants. more mercy in him, than there is milk in a male tiger ; that shall our poor city find: and all this is 'long of you. Enter Three or Four Conspirators of Aufidius' faction Sic. The gods be good unto us!

Most welcome! Men. No, in such a case the gods will not be good 1 Con. How is it with our general ? unto us. When we banished him, we respected not Auf:

Even so them: and, he returning to break our necks, they re. As with a man by his own alms empoison'd, spect not us.

And with his charity slain.
2 Con.

Most noble sir,
Enter a Messenger.


do hold the same intent wherein
Mess. Sir, if you'd save your life, fly to vour house ; | You wish'd us parties, we'll deliver you
The plebeians have got your fellow.tribuno, Of your great danger.
And hale him up and down; all swearing, is Auf:

Sir, I cannot tell;
The Roman ladies bring not comfort home, We must proceed, as we do find the people.
They'll give him death by inches.

3 Con. The people will remain uncertain, whilst

'Twixt Enter another Messenger.

you there's difference; but the fall of 'either

Makes the survivor heir of all. Sic. What's the news? [prevail'd Aut:

I know it; Mess. Good news, good news ;- -The ladies have And my pretext to strike at him admits The Volces are dislodg'd, and Marcius gone : d good construction. I rais'd him, and I pawn'd A merrier day did never yet greet Rome,

Mine honour for his truth. Who being so heighten'd, No, not the expulsion of the Tarquins.

He water'd his new plants with dews of Hattery, Sic.


Seducing so my friends : and, to this end,
Art thou certain this is true? Is it most certain ? He bow'd his nature, never known before
Mess. As certain, as I know the sun is fire.

But to be rough, unswayable, and free.
Where have you lurk'd, that you rnake doubt of it? 3 Con Sir, his stoutness,
Ne'er through an arch so hurried the blown ride, When he did stand for consul, which he lost
As the recomforted through the gates. Why, hark you; By lack of stooping,-
[Trumpets and huutboys sounded, and drums Auf:

That I would have spoke of
beaten, all together. Shmuting also within. Being banish'd for 't, he came unto my hearth;
The trumpets, sackbuts, psalteries, and fifes, Presented to iny knife his throat : I took him ;
Tabors, and cymbals, and the shouting Romans, Made him joini servant with me; gave him way
Make the sun dance. Hark you! [Shouting again. In all his own desires ; nay, let himn choose

This is good news : Out of my files, his projects to accomplish, I will go meet the ladies. This Volumnia

My best and freshesi men ; servd his designments (s worth of consuls, senators, patricians,

In mine own person ; holp to reap the fame, A city full; of tribunes, such as you,

Which he did end all his; and took some pride A sea and land full: You have pray'd well to-day; To do myself this wrong : till, at the last, This morning, for len thousand of your throats I seem'd his follower, not partner ; and I'd not have given a doit. Hark, how they joy! He way'd me with his countenance, as if

(Shouting and music. 1 had been mercenary. Sic. First, the gods bless you for their tidings: next, 1 Con.

So he did, my lord :
Accept my thankfulness.

The army marvellid at it. And, in the last,
Sir, we have all

When he had carried Rome ; and that we look'd Great cause to give great thanks.

For no less spoil, than glory,
They are near the city ? Auf

There was it ;Mless. Almost at point to enter.

For which my sinews shail be stretch'd upon him. Sic.

We will meet them. At a few drops of women's rheum, which are and help the joy.

[Going. As cheap as lies, he sold the blood and labour

Of our great action ; Therefore shall he die, Enter the Ladies, accompanied by Senators, Patri

dod I'll renew me in his fall. But larx' cians, and People. They pass over the Stuge.

(Drums and trumpels jilloud, with great 1 Sen. Behold our patroness, the life of Rome :

shouts of the nevple.


1 Con. Your native town you enter'd like a post, Auf. No more. And had do welcomes home; but he returns, Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart Splitting the air with noise.

Too great for what contains it. Boy! O slave!-2 Con.

And patient fools, Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever Whose children he hath slain, their oase taroats tea 1 was forc'd to scold. Your judgments, my grave lords, With giv ng him glory

Must give this cur the lie; and his own notion S Con

Therefore, at your vantage, (Who wears my stripes impress'd on him; that must Ere he express aimse.f, or move the people My beating to grave;) shall join to thrust (bear With what he would say, let him feel your sword, The lie unto him. Which we will second. When he lies along,

1 Lord. Peace, both, and hear me speak After your way his tale pronounc'd shall bury Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volces; men and lads, His reasons with his body.

Stain all your edges on me.—Boy! False hound ! Auf: Say no more ;

If you have writ your annals true, 'tis thero,
Here come the lords.

That like an eagle in a dove cote, I
Enter the Lords of the city.

Flutter'd your voices in Corioli:
Lords. You are most welcome home.

Alone I did it.- Boy! Auf.

Why, noble lords,


I have not desery'd it; Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune, But, worthy lords, have you with heed perus’d What I have written to you?

Which was your shame, by this unholy braggart, Lords. We have.

'Fore your own eyes and ears?

Con. Let hiin die for 't. 1 Lord. And grieve to hear it.

(Several speak at once. What faults he made before the last, I think,

Cit. (Speaking promiscuously.) Tear him to pieces,

do it presently. He killed my sou ;-my daughter ; Might have found easy fines : but there to end, Where he was to begin, and give away

He killed my cousin Marcus; — He killed my

father.The benefit of our levies, answering us

u Lord. Peace, ho ;- no outrage ; - peace. With our own charge ; making a treaty, where

The man is noble, and his fame folds in There was a yielding ; This admits no excuse.

This orb o'the earth. His last offence to us Auf. He approaches, you shall hear him.

Shall have judicious hearing.--Stand, Aufidius, Enter CORIOLANUS, with drums and colours; a And trouble not the peace. crowd of Citizens with him.


0, that I had him, Cor. Hail, lords! I am return'd your

soldier ;

With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe, No more infected with my country's love,

To use my lawful sword !
Than when I parted hence, but still subsisting Auf.

Insolent villain !
Under your great command. You are to know, Con. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him.
That prosperously I have attempted, and

[Aufidius and the Conspirators draw,& kill CoricWith bloody passage, led your wars, even to

LANUS, who falls, and Aufidius stands on him. The gates of Rome. Our spoils we have brought home, Lords.

Hold, hold, hold, hold Do more than counterpoise, a full third part, Auf. My noble masters, let ine speak. The charges of the action. We have made peace, 1 Lord, O Tullus,

(weep: With no less honour to the Antiates,

2 Lord. Thou hast done a deed whereat valour will Than shame to the Romans: and we here deliver, 5 Lord. Tread not upon him.—Masters all, be quiet; Subscribed by the consuls and patricians,

Put up your swords. Together with the seal o'the senate, what

Auf. My lords, when you shall know (as in this rage, We have compounded on.

Provoked by him, you cannot,) the great danger Auf:

Read it not, noble lords; Which this man's life did owe you, you'll rejoice But tell the traitor, in the highest degree

That he is thus cut off. Please it your honours, He hath abus'd your powers.

To call me to your senate, I'll deliver Cor. Traitor !-How now ?

Myself your loyal servant, or endure Auf.

Ay, traitor, Marcius. Your heaviest censure. Cor.

Marcius ! 1 Lord.

Bear from hence his body, Auf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius ; Dost thou think And mourn you for him : let him be regarded I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stol'n name As the most noble corse, that ever herald Coriolanus in Corioli?

Did follow to his urn. You lords and heads of the state, perfidiously 2 Lord.

His own impatience He has betray'd your business, and given up, Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame. For certain drops of salt, your city Rome

Let's make the best of it. (1 say, your city,) to his wife and mother :


My rage is gone, Breaking his oath and resolution, like

And I am struck with sorrow.- Take him up: A twist of rotten silk ; never admitting

Help, three o' the chiefest soldiers ; I'll be one. Counsel o'the war ; but at his nurse's tears Beat thou the drum, that it speak mournfully: He whind and roar'd away your victory;

Trail your steel pikes.—Though in this city he That pages blush'd at him, and men of heart Hath widow'd and unchilded many a one, Look'd wondering each at other.

Which to this hour bewail the injury, Cor.

Hear'st thou, Mars? Yet he shall have a noble memory.Auf. Name not the god, enou boy of tears, Assist. (Exeuns, bearing the body of CORIOLANUS, Cur.


A dead march sounded.


The crapeuy of Coriolaeus che most amusing of our author's performances. The old man's merriment in Medenius; the lofty lady's dignity in mnia lae h-inodesty i Virgilia , the patrician and military haughtiness in Coriolanus the plebeian naligrity and pin sa ias insa ence in Brulus and Sicinius, make a very pleasing and interesting variety: and che various revolutions of the aero s fortune fill the mind with aprious curiosity. There is. perhaps, too much bustle in the first act, and too little in the last-JOHNSON

This tragedy was neither printed nor entered at Stationers' within which the most eminent dramatic writer of England

Hall, till 1623. It was probably composed about the year had already walked. The death of Cæsar, is not en 1007. From the words of Polonius ip Hamlet, who says that, hibited but related to the audience, forais the catastrophe of when in the university," he did enact Julius Cæsar," it seems his piece. lo the two plays many parallel passages are found, probable that an English play on this subject had appeared wbich might, perhaps, have proceeded ouly from the two at

thors drawing from the sagle source." A Latin play on the death of Cæsar was acted at Christ Church, The real length of time in Julius Cæsar is as follows: About

Oxford, so early as 1582, as appears from Peck's Collection the middle of February, A. U.C. 709, a fratic festival, sacred of divers curious historical Pieces, &c. (appended to his Me- to Pan, and called Lupercalia, was held in hunvar of Cæsar, moirs, dc of Oliver Cromwell) p. 14, and William Alexaoder, when the regal crown was offered to him by Antony. On the afterwards earl of Sterline, wrote a itagedy on the story, and 15th of March in the same y-ar, he was slain. November 7. with the title of Julius Cæsar. “It may be presumed," says A. U.C. 710, the triumvirs niet al a small island, foriped by Malone that Shakspeare's play was posterior to his; for the river Rhenus, near Bononia, and there adjusted their Lord Sterline, when he composed bis Julius Cæsar, was a very cruel proscripuon.-A. U.C. 711, Brutus and Cassius were young author, and would hardly have ventured into that circle, defeated near Philippi.

PERSONS REPRESENTED. 2 Cit. Truly, sir, all that I live by is, with the awl:

I meddle with no tradesman's matters, oor womca's JULIUS CÆSAR.

matters, but with awl. I am, indeed, sir, a surgeon OCTAVIUS CÆSAR, > MARCUS ANTONIUS,

triumvirs after the death of to old shoes; when they are in great dauger, I reco. Julius Cæsar.

ver them. As proper men as ever trod upúů neatsM. Æmil. LEPIDUS,

leather, have gone upon my handy-work. CICERO, Publius, Popilius LENA; senators.

Flav. But wherefore ari not in thy shop to-day? MARCUS BRUTUS, CASCA,

Why dost thou lead these men about the streets ? Cassius, TREBONIUS, conspirators against

2 Cit. Truly, sir, to wear out their shots, to get Decius BRUTUS, LIGARIUS, Julius Cæsar.

myself into more work. But, indeed, sir, we make METELLUS CIMBER, CINNA,

holiday, to see Cæsar, and to rejoice in his triumph. Flavius and MARULLUS, tribunes.

Mar. Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he ARTEMIDORUS, a sophist of Cnidos.

What tributaries follow him to Rome, [home? A Soothsayer. Cinna, a poet. Another Poet.

To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels? Lucilius, TITINIUS, Messala, young Cato, and Vo-You blocks, you stones, you worse than sen: eless LUMNIUS; friends to Brutus and Cassius.

0, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, things! VARRO, Clitus, CLAUDIUS, Strato, Lucius, Dar- Knew you not Pompey ? Many a time and oft DANIUS ; servunts to Brutus.

Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, PINDARUS, servant to Cassius.

To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, CALPHURNIA, wife to Cæsar.

Your infants in your arms, and there liave sat PORTia, wife to Brutus.

The live-long day, with patient expectation, Senators, Citizens, Guards, Attendants, &c.

To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome :

And when you saw his chariot but appear, SCENE,-during a great part of the Play, at Rome; Have you not made an universal shout, afterwards at SARDI8; and near Philippi. That Tyber trembled underneath her banks,

To hear the replication of your sounds,

Made in her concave shores ?

And do you now put on your best attire ?

And do you now cull out a holiday?
SCENE I.- Rome. A Street.

And do you now strew flowers in his way,
Enter Flavius, Marullus, and a rabble of Citizens. Be gone ;

That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood ?
Flav. Hence; home, you idle creatures, get you Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
Is this a holiday? Whai! know you not, (home; Pray to the gods to intermit the plague
Being mechanical, you ought not walk,

That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Opon a labouring day, without the sign

Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault, of your profession ?-Speak, what trade art thou ? Assemble all the poor men of your sort; i Cit. Why, sir, a carpenter.

Draw them to Tyber banks, and weep your tears Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule ? Into the channel, till the lowest stream What dost thou with thy best apparel on ?

Do kiss the most exalted shores of all. (Es. Citizens. You, sir ; what trade are you

See, whe'r their basest metal be not mov'd; 2 Cit. Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness. am but, as you would say, a cobler.

Go you down that way towards the Capitol ; Mar. Bui what trade art thou? Answer me directly. This way will I: Disrobe the images,

2 Cit. A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a lf you do find them deck'd with ceremonies. safe conscience ; which is, indeed, sir, a mender of Mur. May we do so? bad soals.

You know, it is the feast of Lupercal. Mur. What trade, thou knave, thou naughty knave, Flav. It is no matter ; let no images what trade?

Be hung with Cæsar's trophies. I'll about, 2 Cit. Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with And drive away the vulgar from the streets : me : yet, if you be out, sir, I can mend you. So do you too, where you perce ve them thick.

Mar. What meanest thou by ihat? Mend me, These growing feathers pluckd from Cæsar's wing thou saucy fellow ?

Will make him Ay an ordinary pitch ; 2 Cit. Why, sir, cobble you.

Who else would soar above the view of men, Flav. Thou art a cobler, art thou ?

| And keep us all in servile fearfulness. [Exeunt.


SCENE II.—The sume.

A public Pluce.

(Except immortal Cæsar,) speaking of Brutus,

And groaning underneath this age's yoke, Enter, in procession, with music, CÆSAR; ANTONY, ' Have wish'd ihat noble Brutus had his eyes. for the course ; CALPHURNIA, PORTIA, DECIus, Ci.

Biu. Into wha' dangers would you lead me, Cassius, CERO, BRUTU's, Cassius, and Casca, a greut crowd That you would ia:e me seek into myself folwwing; among them a Soothsayer.

For that which is not in me? Cæs. Calphurnia,

Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to hear : Casca. Peace, ho! Cæsar speaks. [Music ceases. And, since you know you cannot see yourself Cæs.

Calphurnia - - So well as by reflection, I, your glass,
Cul. Here, my lord.

Will modestly discover to yourself
Cas Stand you directly in Antonius' way, That of yourself which you yet know not of.
When he doth run his course.- -Antonius.

And be not jealous of me, gentle Brutus ·
Ant. Cæsar, my lord.

Were I a common laugher, or did use Cæs. Forget noi, in your speed, Antonius, To stale with ordinary oaths my love To touch Calphurnia : for our elders say,

To every new protester ; if you know The barren, touched in this holy chase,

That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard, Shake off their steril curse.

And after scandal them; or if you know

I shall remember : That I profess myself in banqueting When Cæsar says, Do this, it is perform d.

To all the rout, then hold me dangerous. Cas. Set on, and leave no ceremony out. [Music.

(Flourish, and shoul. Sooth. Cæsar.

Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, the Cæs. Ha! Who calls ?

Choose Cæsar for their king.

(people Casca. Bid every noise be still :—Peace yet again. Cas.

Ay, do you fear it i (Music ceases. Then must I think you would not have it so. Ces. Who is it in the press, that calls on me? Bru. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music, But wherefore do you hold me here so long? Cry, Cæsar: Speak ; Cæsar is turn’d to hear. What is it that you would impart to me? South. Beware the ides of March.

If it be aught toward the general good,

What man is that? Set honour in one ere, and death i'the other,
Bru.A soothsayer,bids you beware the ides of March. And I will look on both indifferently:
Cas. Set him before me, let me see his face. For, let the gods so speed me, as I love
Cus. Fellow,come from the throng: Look uponCresar. The name of honour more than I fear death.
Cæs. What say'st thou to me now? Speak once again.

Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, Suoth. Beware the ides of March.

As well as 1 do know your outward favour. Cas. He is a dreamer ; let us leave him ;- pass.

Well, honour is the subject of my story(Sennet. Exeunt all but Bru. and Cas. I cannot tell, what you and other men Cas. Will you go see the order of the course ?

Think of this life; but, for my single self. Bru. Not I.

I had as lief not be, as live to be Cas. I pray you, do.

lo awe of such a thing as I myself. Bru. I am not gamesome : I do lack some part

I was born free as Cæsar ; so were you : Of that quick spirit that is in Antony:

We both have fed as well; and we can both Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires ;

Endure the winter's cold, as well as he.
I'll leave you.

For once, upon a raw and gusty day,
Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late : The troubled Tyber chafing with her shores,
I have not from your eyes that gentleness,

Cæsar said to me, Dar'st thou, Cassius, now
And show of love, as I was wont to have :

Leup in with me into this angry fund,
You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand and swim to yonder point ? - Upon the word,
Over your friend that loves you.

Accouter'd as I was, I plunged in,


And bade him follow : so, indeed, he did. Be not deceiv'd: If I have veil'd my look,

The torrent roar'd; and we did buffet it I turn the trouble of my countenance

With lusty sinews; throwing it aside Merely upon myself. Vexed I am,

And steinming it with hearts of controversy. of late, with passions of some difference,

Bul ere we could arrive the point propos'd, Conceptions only proper to myself,

Cæsar cry'd, Help me, Cassius, or 1 sink. Which give some soil, perhaps, to my

behaviours : 1, as Æneas, our great ancestor, But let not therefore my good friends be griev'd; Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder (Among which number, Cassius, be you one ;) The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of Tyber Nor construc any further my neglect,

Did I the tir'd Cæsar: And this man Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, Is now become a god ; and Cassius is Forgets the shows of love to other men. (sion; A wretched creature, and must bend his body,

Cus. Then, Brutus, 1 have much mistook your pas- If Cæsar carelessly but nod on him. By means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried He had a fever when he was in Spain, Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. And, when the fit was on him, I did mark Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face? How he did shake : 'tis true, this god did shake .

Bru. No, Cassius : for the eye sees not itself, His coward lips did from their colour fly But by refection, by some other things.

And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world, Cas. "Tis just :

Did lose his lustrc: I did hear him groan : And it is very much lamented, Brutus,

Ay, and that longue of his, that bade the Romans That you have no such mirrors, as will turn Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, Your bilden worthiness into your eye,

Alas! it cried, Give me some drink, Titinius, That you night see our shadow. I have heard, As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me, Wbere many of the best respect in Rome, | A man of such a feeble tem per should

So get the start of the majestic world,

I do not know the man I should avoid And Lear the palm alone. (Shout Flourish. So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much, Bru. Another general shout!

He is a great observer, and he looks I do believe, that these applauses are

Quite through the deeds of men : he loves no plays, For some new honours that are heap'd on Cæsar. As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music :

Cus. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a sort, Like a Colossus ; and we petty inen

As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit Walk under his huge legs, and peep about

That could be mov'd to smile at any thing. To find ourselves dishonourable graves.

Such men as he be never at heart's ease, Men at some time are masters of their fates :

Whiles they behold a greater than themselves; The fault, dear Brutus, is no' in our stars,

And therefore are they very dangerous. But in ourselves, that we are underlings.

I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd, Brutus, and Cæsar : What should be in that Cæsar? Than what I fear, for always I am Cæsar. Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf, Write them together, yours is as fair a name; And tell me truly what thou think'st of him. Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; (Eseunt CÆSAR and his Train. Casca stays behind. Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with them, Casca. You pulld me by the cloak ; Would you Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar. [Shout speak with me? Now in the names of all the gods at once,

Bru. Ay, Casca; tell us what hath chanc'd to-day, Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed,

That Cæsar looks so sad ? That he is grown so great ? Age, thou art sham'd. Casca. Why you were with him, were you not ? Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! Bru. I should not then ask Casca what hath chanc'd. When went there by an age, since the great food, Casca. Why, there was a crown offered him: and But it was fam'd with more than with one man ? being offered him, he put it by with the back of his When could they say, till now, that talk'd of Rome, hand, thus; and then the people fell a' shouting. That her wide walks encompass'd but one man ? Bru. What was the second noise for ? Now is it Ronie indeed, and room enough,

Cusca. Why, for that too. When there is in it but one only man.

Cas. They shouted thrice; What was the last cry fort O! you and I have heard our fathers say,

Casca. Why, for that too.
There was a Brutus once, that would have brook'd Bru. Was the crown offer'd him thrice ?
The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome,

Casca. Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, As easily as a king:

every time gentler than other; and at every putting Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous; by, mine honest neighbours shouted. What you would work me to, 1 have some aim ;

Cas. Who offer'd him the crown?
How I have thought of this, and of these times, Casca. Why, Antony.
I shall recount hereafter ; for this present,

Bru. Tell is the manner of it, gentle Casca.
I would not, so with love I might entreat you, Casca. I can as well be hanged, as tell the manner
Be any further mov’d. What you have said, of it: it was mere foolery. I did not mark it. I saw
I will consider ; what you have to say,

Mark Antony offer him a crown ;--yet 'twas not a I will with patience hear : and ficd a time

crown neither, 'twas one of these coronets ;—and, as Both meet to hear, and answer, such high things. I told you, he put it by once; but, for all that, to my Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this ; thinking, he would fain have had it. Then he offered Brutus had rather be a villager,

it to him again; then he put it by again: but, to Than to repute hiinself a son of Rome

my thinking, he was very loath to lay his fingers Under these hard conditions as this time

off it. And then he offered it the third time; he put Is like to lay upon us.

it the third time by: and still as he refused it, the Cas. I am glad, that my weak words

rabblement hooted, and clapped their chopped hands, Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus. and threw up their sweaty night-caps, and uttered

such a deal of stinking breath because Cæsar refused Re-enter CÆSAR, and his Train.

the crown, that it had almost choaked Cæsar; for he Bru. The games are done, and Cæsar is returning. swooned, and fell down at it: And for mine own part,

Cus. As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve; 1 durst not laugh, fou fear of opening my lips, and And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you receiving the bad air.

[swoon? What hath proceeded, worthy note, to-day.

Cas. But, soft, I pray you: What ? Did Cæsar Bru. I will do so :-But, look you, Cassius, Casca. He fell down in the market-place, and The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow, foamed at mouth, and was speechless. And all the rest look like a chidden train :

Bru. 'Tis very like: he hath the falling sickness. Calphurnia's cheek is pale ; and Cicero

Cas. No, Cæsar hath it not ; but you, and I, Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes,

And honest Casca, we have the falling sickness. As we have seen him in the Capitol,

Casca. I know not what you mean by that; but, I Being crossd in conference by some senators. am sure, Cæsar fell down. If the tag-rag people did

Cas. Casca will tell us what the matter is. not clap him, and hiss him, according as he pleased Cæs. Antonius.

and displeased them, as they use to do the players Aut. Cæsar.

in the theatre, I am no true man. Cxs. Let me have men about me that are fat; Bru. What said he, when he came unto himself? Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights : Casca. Marry, before he fell down, when he perYond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look ; ceived the common hierd was glad he refused the He thinks too much : such men are dangerous. crown, he plucked me ope his doublet, and offered

Ant. Fear him not, Cæsar, he's not dangerous; them his throat to cut.-- An I had been a man of any He is a noble Roman, and well given.

occupation, if I would not have taken him at a word, Ca's. 'Would he wure fatter :- But I fear him not: I would I might go to hell among the rogues :--and Yet it my name wcie liable to fear,

so he fell. When he came to himself again, he said,

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