Assemble all the poor men of your sort; Draw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tears 60 [Exeunt all the Commoners. See, whether their basest metal° be not moved; If you do find them decked with ceremonies.° Mar. May we do so? You know it is the feast of Lupercal.° Flav. It is no matter; let no images Be hung with Cæsar's trophies. I'll about, Who else would soar above the view of men And keep us all in servile fearfulness. 70 [Exeunt. Flourish. SCENE II. A public place Enter CESAR; ANTONY, for the course; CALPURNIA, PORTIA, DECIUS, CICERO, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and CASCA; a great crowd following, among them a Soothsayer. Cæs. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, When he doth run his course. Ant. Cæsar, my lord? Antonius! Caes. Forget not,° in your speed, Antonius, I shall remember: Ant. Sooth. Cæsar! Coes. Ha! who calls? ΤΟ [Flourish. Casca. Bid every noise be still: peace yet again! Caes. Who is it in the press that calls on me? I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music, Cry "Cæsar!" Speak; Cæsar is turned to hear. Cœs. What man is that? Bru. A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March. Cos. Set him before me; let me see his face. 20 Cas. Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Cæsar. Caes. What say'st thou to me now? speak once again. Sooth. Beware the ides of March. 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. Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires; I'll leave you. Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late: 30 You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand Bru. Cassius, Be not deceived: if I have veiled my look, I turn the trouble of my countenance Of late with passions of some difference,° Which give some soil perhaps to my behaviors; Than that poor Brutus with himself at war 40 Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion; By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face? Cas. 'Tis just: 50 And it is very much lamented, Brutus, That you have no such mirrors as will turn Your hidden worthiness into your eye, 60 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. To all the rout, then hold me dangerous. 70 [Flourish, and shout. Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, the people Choose Cæsar for their king. |