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LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE.
honour of Cesar, when the regal crown was offered him by Antony. In the middle of the following March
unaffecting, compared with some other of Shakspeare's plays : his adherence to the real story, and to Ruman manners, seems to have impeded the natural vigour of his genius."
Are all Saruni
ARTEMIDORUS, a Sophist of Cnidos.
Lucilius, TUTINIUS, MESSALA, Young CATO,
VARRO, CLITUS, CLAUDIUS, STRATO, LUCIUS, CASCA,
DARDANTUS, Serrants to Brutus. TREBONTUS,
Conspirators against PINDARUS, Servant to Cassius. LIGARIUS,
Julius Cesar. DECIUS BRUTUS,
CALPHURNIA, Wife to Cesar.
Portia, Wije to Brutus.
Senators, Citizens, Guards, Attendants, &c.
2 Cit. Truly, Sir, all that I live by is, with
the awl : I meddle with no tradesman's matters, SCENE 1.-Rome.--A Street.
nor woman's matters, but with awl.
indeed, Sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when they Enter FLAVIUS, MARULLUS, and a Rabble of are in great danger, I recover them. As proper CITIZENS.
men as ever trod upon neats-leather, have gone Flav. Hence! home, you idle creatures, get npon my handy-work. you home ;
Flur. But wherefore art not in thy shop to-day? Is this a holiday? What! know you not,
Why dost thou lead these men about the streets Being niechanical, you onght not walk
2 Cit. Truly, Sir, to wear out their shoes, to Upon a labouring day, without the sign
get myself into more work. But, indeed, sh, Oi your profession ?-Speak, what trade art thou? We make holiday to see Cesar, and to rejoice in l Cit. Why, Sir, a carpenter.
his triumph. Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule ? Mar. Wherefore rejoice ? What conquest brings What dost thou with thy best apparel on ?
he home ? You, Sir; what trade are you?
What tributaries follow him to Rome, 2 Cit. Truly, Sir, in respect of a fine workman? To grace in captive bonds his charist wheels ? I am but, as you would say, a cobler.
You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless var. But what trade art thou ? Answer Que
() you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, 2 Cit. A trade, Sir, that I hope I may use with Kriew you not Pompey ? Many a time and oft a sale conscience; which is, indeed, Sir, a meuder Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, of bad soals.
To towers and windows, yea, to chimney.tops, Mar. What trade, thou knave! thou nanghty Yonr infants in your arnis, and there have sai knave, what trade?
The live-long day, with patient expectation, 2 Cit. Nay, 1 beseech you, Sir, be not out with To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome : me : yet, if you be oni, Sir, I can mend you. And wben you saw his chariot but appear,
Mar. What meanest thou by that? Mend me, Have you not made an universal shout, thou saucy fellow?
That Tyber trembled underneatb ber banks 2 Cit. Why, Sir, cobble your.
To hear the replication of your souuds, Flav. Thou art a cobler, art thou ?
Made in her concave shores?
And do you now put on your best attire ?
Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late : And do you now cull out a holiday ?
I have not froin your eyes that gentleness, And do you now strew flowers iu his way,
And show of love--as I was wont to have : That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood ? You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand Be gone!
Over your friend that loves you. Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
Bru. Cassius, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague
Be not deceiv'd: if I have veil'd my look,
Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this Merely upou myself. Vexed I am,
Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaDo kiss the most exalted shores of all.
viours : (Eveune Citizens. But let not therefore my good friends be gricu'd : See, whe'r their basest metal be not mov'd ; (Among which number, Cassius, be you one) They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness. Nor construe any further my neglect, Go you down that way towards the Capitol; Than that poor Brutiis, with himseli at war, This way will I : Disrobe the images,
Forgets the shows of love to other men. If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies. Cus. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your Mar. May we do so?
passion, t You know it is the feast of Lupercal.
By means whereof, this breast of mine bath Flul'. It is no matter ; let no images
Cas. "Tis just :
That you have no such mirrors as will turn (Exeunt. Your bidden worthiness into your eye,
That you miglit see your shadow. I have heard, SOENE II.-The same.- A public Place.
Where many of the best respect in Rome,
(Except immortal Cesar) speaking of Brutus, Enter, in Procession, with Music, CESAR ; AN. And groaning underneath this age's yoke,
TONY, for the course ; CALPHURNIA, PORTIA, Have wishi'd that boble Brutus had his eyes. DECIUS, CICERO, BRUTUS, CASSIus, und Bru. Into what dangers would you lead ine, CASCA, a great Crowd following, among them
Cassius, a Soor HSAYER.
That you would have me seek into myself
For that which is not in me? Ces. Calphurnia,-
Cus. Therefore, good Brutus, he prepar'd to Casca. Peace, hu ! Cesar speaks.
(Music ceuses. And, since you know you cannot see yourself Ces. Calphurnia,
So well as by reflection, I, your glass, Cal. Here, my lord.
Will modestly discover to yourself Ces. Stand you directly in Antonius' way,
That of yourself which you yet know not of. When he doth rup his course. 1-Antonius. And be put jealous of ine, gentle Brutus : Ant. Cesar, my lord.
Were I a common laughter, or did use Ces. Forget not, in your speed, Antonins,
To stale 1 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, Sbake off their steril curse.
And after scandal them; or, if you know Ant. I shall remember:
That I protess myself in banqueting When Cesar says, Do this, it is perform’d.
To all the rout, then hold me dangerous. Ces. Set on; and leave no ceremony out.
(Flourish and shout.
(Music. Bru. What means this shouting? I do lear, the Sooth. Cesar!
people Ces. Ha ! who calls ?
Choose Cesar for their king, Casca. Bid every noise be still :--Peace yet
Cas. Ay, do you fear it? again.
(Music ceases. Then inust I think you would uot hare it so. Ces. Who is it in the press that calls on me?
Bru. I would not, Cassius ; yet I love him I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music,
Fell: Cry, Cesar !--Speak; Cesar is turned to hear.
But wherefore do you hold me here so long! Sooth. Beware the ides of March.
What is it that you would impart to me? Ces. What man is that?
If it be aught toward the general good, Bru. A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of Set bonour in one eye, and death i'the other, March.
And I will look on bcth indifferently : Ces. Set him before me, let me see bis face.
For, let the gods so speed me, as I love Cas. Fellow, come from ihe throng: Look upon The naine of honour more than I fear death. Cesar.
Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, Ces. What say'st thou to me now? Speak once as well as I do know your outward favour. again.
Well, honour is the subject of my story.-Sooth. Beware the ides of March.
I cannot tell, what you and other men Ces. He is a dreamer : let us leave him ;-pass. Think of this life ; but, for my single self,
(Sennet. Ezeunt all but BRU. und Cas. I had as lief not be, as live to be Cas. Will you go see the order of the course ? In awe of such a thing as I myself. Bru. Not I.
I was boi free as Cesar ; so were you: Cas. I pray you, do.
We both have fed as well; and we can both Bru. I am not gamesoine : I do lack some pas
Endure the winter's cold, as well as be. or that quick spirit that is in Antony.
For once, upon a raw and gusty day, Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires ;
The troubled Tyber chafing with her shores, Pll leave you.
Cesar said to me, Dar'st thou, Cassius, now • llogorary ornaments ; tokens of respect.
Leap in with me into this angry flood, + Adorned with laurel crowns.
* Aceremony observen at the feast of Lupercalia. Flourish of • Discordant opinions.
+ The nature of yorts instruments.
feelings. 'To uauseate by repetition.
And suim to yonder point ? Upon the word, Cas. I am glad, that my weak words
Have struck but thus much show of fire from And bade hiun follow : so, indeed, he did,
Re-enter CESAR, and his train.
turning. Cesar cried, Help me, Cassius, or I sink. Cas. As they pass by, pluck Casca by the I, as Æneas, our great ancestor,
sleeve; Did from the names of Troy upon his shoulder And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of what hath proceeded, worthy note, to-day. Tyber
Bru. I will do so :-But, look yoni, Cassius, Did I the tired Cesar : And this man
The angry spot doth glow on Cesar's brow,
And all the rest look like a chidden train :
Looks with such ferret. and such tiery eyes, He had a fever when he was in Spain,
As we have seen bim in the Capitol, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark Being cross'd in conference by some senators. How he did shake : 'tis true, this pod did shake : Cas. Casca will tell us what the matter is. His coward lips did from their colow fly ;
Ces. Antonius. And that same eye, whose beud doila awe the Ant. Cesar. world,
Ces. Let me have men about me that are fat; Did lose its lustre: I did hear him groan : Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o'nights : Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Ro. Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look ; mans
He thinks too much : such men are dangerons. Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, Ant. Fear him not, Cesar, he's not dangerous ; Alas! it cried, Give me some drink, Titinius, He is a noble Roman, and well given. As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth aniaze me, Ces. 'Would be were fatter :- But I fear him A man of such a feeble temper • should
not: So get the start of the majestic world,
Yet if my name were liable to fear, And bear the palm alone. [Shout. Flourish. I do not know the man I should avoid Bru. Another general shout!
So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much; I do believe that these applauses are
He is a great observer, and he looks For some new honours that are heap'd on Cesar. Quite through the deeds of men : he loves no Cas. Why, man he doth bestride the narrow
As thon dost, Antony ; he hears no music : Like a Colossus; and we petty men
Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a sort, Walk under his huge legs, and peep about As if he mock'd bimself, and scoru'd his spirit To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
That could be inov'd to smile at any thing. Men at some time are masters of their fates : Such men as he, be never at heart's ease, The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, Whiles they behold a greater than themselves; But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
And therefore are the very dangerons. Brutus and Cesar : What should be in that I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd, Cesar ?
Than what I fear, for always I am Cesar. Why should that name be sounded more than Come on my right hand, for this ear is deat, yours?
And tell me truly what thou think'st of him. Write them together, yours is as fair a name ;
(Exeunt Cesar and his Train. CASCA Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;
stays behind. Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure them, Casca. You pull'd me by the cloak; Would Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cesar. you speak with me?
(Shout. Bru. Ay, Casca; tell us wbat hath chanc'd Now in the names of all the gods at once,
to-day, Upon what meat doth this our Cesar feed, That Cesar looks so sad. That he is grown so great ? Age, thon art shian'd ! Casca. Wliy you were with him, were you not? Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noblc bloods! Bru. I should not then ask Casca what had When went there by an age, since the great flood,
chanc'd. But it was fam'd with more than with one man ? Casca. Why, there was a crown offer'd him : When could they say, till now, that talk'd of and, being offer'd him, he put it by with the Rome,
back of his hand, thus ; and then the people fell Tbat her wide walks encompass'd but one mau ? | a shouting. Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough,
Bru. What was the second noise for? When there is in it but one only man.
Casca. Why, for that too. Oh ! you and I have heard our fathers say,
Cas. They shouled thrice ; What was the last There was a Brutust once, that would have brook'd
Casca. Why, for that too.
Cusca. Ay' marry, was’t ; and he put it by Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jea thrice: every time gentler than other; and at lous :
every putting by, mine honest neighbours shouted. What you would work me to, I have some aim : Cas. Who offered him the crown? How I bave thought of this, and of these times, Casca. Why, Antony. I shall recount bereafter; for this present,
Bru. Tell us 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 Be any further mov'd. What you have said, manner of it: it was mere foolery. I did not I will consider ; what you have to say,
mark it. I saw Mark Antony offer him a crown; I will with patience hear : aud find a time -yet 'twas not a crown neither, 'twas one of Both meet to hear, and answer, such high things. these coronets ;--and, as I told you, lic put it by Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this : once : but, for all that, to my thinking, he would Brutus kad rather be a villager, 1
fain have had it. Then he offered it to hin Than to repute himself a son of Rome
again; then be put it by again : but, to my think. Under such hard coriditions as this time
ing, he was very loath to lay bis fingers off it. Is like to lay upon us.
And then he offered it the third time; he put it
the third time by : and still, as he refused is • Temperamen, constitution. Lucius Junius Brutus. Not a citizen of Rome
• A ferret bas red eyes.
cry for ?