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The Barren, couched in this holy Chase,
Shake off their steril Curfe.

Ant. I shall remember.
When Cæfar fays, do this; it is perform’d.

Cæs. Set on, and leave no Ceremony out.
Sooth. Cæfar,
Cef. Ha! who calls ?
Casc. Bid every noise be still; peace yet again.

Cef. Who is it in the Press, that calls on me?
I hear a tongue, fhriller than all the musick,
Cry, Cæfar. Speak; Cæsar is turn'd to hear.

Sooth. Beware the Ides of March.
Cæf. What man is that?
Bru. A footh-fayer bids you beware the Ides of

March.
Cæf. Set him before me, let me see his face.
Caf. Fellow, come from the throng, look upon

Cæfar. Cef. What say'st thou to me now? speak once again. Sooth. Beware the Ides of March. Cæf. He is a dreamer, let us leave him ; pass.

[Exeunt Cæsar and Train.

Manent Brutus and Caffius.
Caf. Will you go see the order of the Course?
Bru. Not I.
Caf. I pray you, do.

Bru. I am not gamesom; I do lack some pare
Of that quick spirit that is in Antony:
Let me not hinder, Caffius, your desires ;
l'll leave you.

Caf. Brutus, I do observe you now of late ;
I have not from your eyes that gentleness
And shew of love, as I was wont to have;
You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand
Over your friend that loves

you.
Bru. Caffius,
Be not deceiv'd: if I have veil'd my Look,
I turn the trouble of my countenance
Meerly upon my self. Vexed I am,
Of late, with passions of some difference,
Conceptions only proper to my self;

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Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviour:
But let not therefore my good friends be griev'd,
Among which number, Cafius, be you one ;
Nor construe any farther my neglect,
Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
Forgets the Shews of Love to other men.

Caf. 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?

Bru. No, Caffius; for the eye fees not it self,
But by reflexion from some other things.

Caf. 'Tis just.
And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
That you have no such mirrors, as will turn
Your hidden worthiness into your eye,
That you might see your shadow. I have heard,
Where many of the best Respect in Rome,
(Except immortal Cæfar) speaking of Brutus,
And groaning underneath this age's yoak,
Have wish'd, that noble Brutus had his eyes.

Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cafius,
That you would have me seek into my self,
For that which is not in me?

Caf. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to hear ;
And since you know, you cannot see your self
So well as by reflexion ; I, your glass,
Will modestly discover to your self
That of your self, which yet you know not of.
And be not jealous of me, gentle Brutus :
Were I a common laugher, or did use
To stale with ordinary oaths my love
To every new protestor; if you know,
That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard,
And after scandal them; or if you know,
That I profess my self in banqueting
To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.

[Flourish and sout.
Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, the People
Chuse Cæfar for their King.
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Caf. Ay, do you fear it ?
Then must I think, you would not have it so.

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?
If it be aught toward the General good,
Set Honour in one eye, and Death i'th' other,
And I will look on Death indifférently: (3)
For let the Gods so speed me, as I love
The name of Honour, more than I fear Death.

Caf. 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 my self.
I was born free as Cesar, 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, (4)

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(3) And I will look on both indifferently;] What a Contradi&tion to this, are the Lines immediately succeeding? If He lov'd Honour, more than he fear's 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 Brutus : for, in a Soldier of any ordinary Pretenfion, it should always preponderate. We mult certainly read,

And I will look on Death indifferently. What occafiond the Corruption, I presume, was, the Transcribers imagining, the Adverb indifferently must be applied to Two things. oppos d. But the Use of the Word does not demand it ; nor does Shakespeare always apply it so. In the present Pallage it fignifies, neglectingly 3 without Fear, or Concern: And fo Casca afterwards, a-; gain 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. (4) For once upon a raw and gusty day,] This may, perhaps, appear a , very odd Amusement for Two of the greatest Men in Rome, But it appears, this was an usual Exercise for the Nobility, that delighted in the hardy Use of Arms, and wer: not enervated, from this Paliage of Horace. l. 1. Ode 8. Cur timet flavum Tiberim tangere?

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The troubled Tiber chafing with his shores,
Cæfar says to me,“ dar'it 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 bid him follow ; lo, indeed, he did.
The torrent roar'd, and We did buffet it
With lusty linews; throwing it aside,
And stemming it with hearts of controversie.
But ere we could arrive the point propos’d,
Cæfar cry'd, “ Help me, Cafius, or I fink.”
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 Cæfar: and this man
Is now become a God; and Celsius is
A wretched creature, and must bend his body,
If Cæfar carelesly but nod on him.
He had a feaver 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 Aly,
And that same eye, whose Bend doth awe the World,
Did lose its lustre; I did hear him

groan:
Ay, and that tongue of his, that bad the Romans
Mark him, and write his speeches in their books,
Alas! it cry'd " give me some drink, Titinius --
As a fick girl. Ye Gods, it doth amaze me,
A man of such a feeble temper should
So get the start of the majestick World,
And bear the Palm alone.

[Shout. Flourish.
Bru. Another general shout!
I do believe, that these applauses are
For some new honours that are heap'd on Cafar.

Caf. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world

Upon which Hermannus Figulus makes this Comment; Natare. Nam Romæ prime Adolefcentia juvenes, preter cæteras gymnasticas disciplinas, etiam natare discebant, ut ad belli munera firmiorés apriorefq; effent. And he puts us in mind from Suetonius, how expert a Swimmer Jul. Cæfar was.

Mr. Warburton.

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Like a Colossus; and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs, and peep about
To find our felves dishonourable Graves.
Men at some times are masters of their fates :
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our Stars,
But in our selves, that we are underlings.
Brutus and Cæfar ! what should be in that Cæfar?
Why thould that name be founded, more than yours ?
Write them together; yours is as fair a name:
Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;
Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em,
Brutus will start a Spirit, as soon as Cæfar.
Now in the Names of all the Gods at once,
Upon what meat doth this our Cæfar feed,
That he is grown so great? Age, thou art sham'd;
Rome, thou hast lost the Breed of noble bloods.
When went there by an age, since the great flood,
But it was fam'd with more than with one man?
When could they say, till now, that talk'd of Rome,
That her wide walls incompass'd but one man?
Now is it Rome, indeed; and room enough,
When there is in it but one only man.
Oh! you and I have heard our fathers say,
There was a Brutus once, that would have brook'd
Th' eternal devil to keep his State in Rome,
As easily as a King.

Bru. 'That you do love me, I am nothing jealous ;
What you would work me to, I have some aim;
How I have thought of this, and of these times,
I shall recount hereafter : for this present,
I would not '(so with love I might intreat you)
Be any further mov’d. What you have said,
I will consider; what you have to say,
I will with patience hear; and find a time
Both meet to hear, and answer such high things.
'Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this;
Brutus had rather be a villager,
Than to repute himself a son of Rome
Under such hard conditions, as this time
Js like to lay upon us.

Cas.

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