Draw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tears Into the channel, till the lowest stream 60 Do kiss the most exalted shores of all. [Exeunt all the Commoners. See, whether their basest metal be not mov'd! 65 If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies. You know it is the feast of Lupercal. Flav. It is no matter; let no images Who else would soar above the view of men, 75 And keep us all in servile fearfulness. SCENE II. A public place [Exeunt Enter in procession with music, CÆSAR; ANTONY, for the course; CALPURNIA, PORTIA, DECIUS, CICERO, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and CASCA; a great crowd following, among them a SOOTHSAYER. Caes. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, When he doth run his course. Antonius! Cæs. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, Ant. I shall remember: 10 When Cæsar says "Do this," it is perform'd. Caes. Set on, and leave no ceremony out. Soothsayer. Cæsar! 15 20 225 Coes. Ha! who calls? Casca. Bid every noise be still: peace yet again! [Music. [Music ceases. Caes. Who is it in the press that calls on me? I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music, Cœes. What man is that? Bru. A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March. Cas. Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Cæsar. Cæs. He is a dreamer; let us leave him: pass. [Sennet. Exeunt all but BRUTUS and CASSIUS. Cas. Will you go see the order of the course? Bru. Not I. Cas. I pray you, do. Bru. I am not gamesome: I do lack some part Of that quick spirit that is in Antony. 30 Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires; I'll leave you. Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late: Bru. Cassius, Be not deceiv'd: if I have veil'd my look, 40 Of late with passions of some difference, Which give some soil perhaps to my behaviours; Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion; By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried 50 Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face? Bru. No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself But by reflection, by some other things. Cas. 'Tis just : 55 And it is very much lamented, Brutus, That you have no such mirrors as will turn Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes. Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself 65 For that which is not in me? Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to hear: Will modestly discover to yourself 70 That of yourself which you yet know not of. And be not jealous on me, gentle Brutus: To every new protester; if you know 75 That I do fawn on men and hug them hard, [Flourish and shout. Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, the people 80 Choose Cæsar for their king. Cas. Ay, do you fear it? 90 The name of honour more than I fear death. 95 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: 100 For once, upon a raw and gusty day, The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores, And swim to yonder point?" Upon the word, 105 Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow: so indeed he did. The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it And stemming it with hearts of controversy. Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder 115 Did I the tired Cæsar. And this man Is now become a god; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body He had a fever when he was in Spain, 120 And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake: 'tis true, this god did shake; And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world 125 Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans 135 Bru. Another general shout! I do believe that these applauses are [Shout. Flourish. For some new honours that are heap'd on Cæsar. Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves. |