Made in her concave shores? And do you now put on your best attire ? And do you now strew flowers in his way That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, That needs must light on this ingratitude. Draw them to Tiber banks and weep your tears Do kiss the most exalted shores of all. 60 [Exeunt all the Commoners. See, whether their basest metal be not moved You know it is the feast of Lupercal. ; Be hung with Cæsar's trophies. I'll about, Who else would soar above the view of men 70 [Exeunt. 80 Flourish. Scene II. A public place. Enter Casar; Antony, for the course; Calpurnia, Portia, Decius, Cicero, Brutus, Cassius, and Casca; a great crowd following, among them a Soothsayer. Cas. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, When he doth run his course. Ant. Cæsar, my lord? Antonius! Cas. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, Ant. I shall remember: When Cæsar says 'do this,' it is perform'd. Cas. Set on, and leave no ceremony out. Sooth. Cæsar! Cas. Ha! who calls? Casca. Bid every noise be still: peace yet again! ΙΟ [Flourish. I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music, Cry Cæsar.' Speak; Cæsar is turn'd to hear. Sooth. Beware the ides of March. Cas. What man is that? Bru. A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March. 20 Cas. Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Cæsar. Cas. 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 Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires; Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late: Bru. I have not from your eyes that gentleness Cassius, Be not deceived: if I have veil'd my look, I turn the trouble of my countenance 30 Of late with passions of some difference, Which give some soil perhaps to my behaviours; But let not therefore my good friends be grieved— Nor construe any further my neglect, Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion; 40 50 Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face? Cas. 'Tis just: And it is very much lamented, Brutus, That you have no such mirrors as will turn That you might see your shadow. I have heard For that which is not in me ? Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear: That of yourself which you yet know not of. And be not jealous on me, gentle Brutus: That I do fawn on men and hug them hard To all the rout, then hold me dangerous. 60 70 [Flourish and shout. Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, the people Choose Cæsar for their king. Cas. Ay, do you fear it? 80 Then must I think you would not have it so. But wherefore do you hold me here so long? As well as I do know your outward favour. In awe of such a thing as I myself. I was born free as Cæsar; so were you: And bade him follow; so indeed he did. 90 100 110 |