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The live-long day with patient expectation,
And do you now put on your best attire ?
Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
Flav. Go, go, good countrymen; and for that fault
Affemble all the poor men of your fort,
Do kifs the most exalted fhores of all.
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
Be hung with Cafar's trophies. I'll about,
3-deck'd with ceremonies.] Ce remonies, for religious ornaments. Thus afterwards he explains them
by Cafar's trophies; i. e. fuck as he had dedicated to the Gods. WARBURTON.
So do you too, where your perceive them thick.
Who else would foar above the view of men,
And keep us all in fervile fearfulness.
Enter Cæfar, Antony. For the Course, Calphurnia, Porcia, Decius, Cicero, Brutus, Caffius, Cafca, a Soothsayer,
Cafca. Peace, ho! Cafar speaks.
Calp. Here, my Lord.
Caf. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, When he doth run his Courfe
Ant. Cæfar. My Lord.
Caf. Forget not in your fpeed, Antonius, To touch Calpburnia; for our Elders fay, The barren, touched in this holy chase, Sake off their fteril curfe.
Ant. I fhall remember.
When Cafar fays, do this; it is perform'd.
Caf. Ha! who calls?
Cafea. Bid every noife be fill. Peace! Yet again.
I hear a tongue, fhriller than all the mufick,
Caf. What man is that?
Bru. A footh-fayer bids you beware the Ides of
Caf. Set him before me; let me fee his face.
Caf. What fay't thou to me now? Speak once
Sooth. Beware the Ides of March.
Caf. He is a dreamer; let us leave him. País. [+Sennet. Exeunt Cæfar and Train.
Manent Brutus and Caffius,
Caf. Will you go fee the order of the Course?
Caf. I pray you, do.
Bru. I am not gamefome; I do lack some part
Let me not hinder, Caffius, your defires;
Caf. Brutus, I do observe you now of late;
Be not deceiv'd: if I have veil'd my look,
Meerly upon myself. Vexed I am,
Of late, with paffions of fome difference,
4 I have here inferted the word Sennet, from the original edition, that I may have an opportunity of retracting a hafty conjecture in one of the marginal directions in Henry VIII. Sennet appears to be a particular tune or mode
of martial mufick.
5ftrange a band] Strange is alien, unfamiliar, fuch as might become a stranger.
6-paffions of fome difference,] With a fluctuation of difcordant opinions and defires. B 4
Which give fome foil, perhaps, to my behaviours;
Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
Caf. Then, Brutus, I have much miftook your paffion;
And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
That you might fee your fhadow. I have heard,
Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, Caffius,
Caf. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to hear;
Will modeftly discover to yourself
That of yourself, which yet you know not of
To ftale with ordinary oaths my love, &c.] To invite every new protetor to my affec
tion by the ftale or allurement of
And after scandal them; or if you know,
To all the rout; then hold me dangerous.
[Flourish and fhout. Bru. What means this houting? I do fear, the
Caf. Ay, do
you fear it?
Then must I think, you would not have it so.
3 And I will look on both indifferently;] This is a contradiction to the lines immediately fucceeding. If he lov'd honour more than be fear'd death, how could they be both indifferent to him? Honour thus is but in equal balance to death, which is not fpeaking at all like Brutus: for, in a foldier of any ordinary pretenfions, honour fhould always preponderate. We muft certainly read,
And I will look on death indif
ferently. What occafion'd the corruption, I prefume, was, the tranfcribers imagining, the adverb indifferent 4 must be applied to two things