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(9) His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that fame eye, whofe Bend doth awe the world, Did lofe its luftre; I did hear him groan;

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Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans
Mark him, and write his fpeeches in their books,
Alas! it cry'd give me fome drink, Titinius”-
As a fick girl. Ye Gods, it doth amaze me,
A man of fuch a feeble temper fhould the boil as bad I
So (1) get the start of the majestick world, wek ko sya ni
And bear the Palm alone.
[Shout. Flourife.

Bru. Another general shout!

I do believe, that thefe applaufes are

For fome new honours that are heap'd on Cafar.
Caf. Why, man, he doth beftride the narrow world
Like a Coloffus and we petty men


Walk under his huge legs, and peep about

To find ourselves difhonourable graves.ogii

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Men at fome times are mafters of their fates One A
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, in bid

But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Brutus and Cæfar! what should be in that Cæfar?
Why should that name be founded, more than yours. ¿
Write them together, yours is as fair a namens to
Sound them; it doth become the mouth as well;fsvo
Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em,
Brutus will start a fpirit, as foon as Cæfar.

Now in the names of all the Gods at once,
Upon what meat does this our Cæfar feed, HAI
That he is grown fo great Age, thou art sham'd;
Hur bas seize bad.

(9) His coward lips did from their colour fly,] A plain man would have faid, the colour fled from his lips, and not his lips from their colour. But the falfe expreffion was for the fake of as falfe a piece of wit: a poor quibble, alluding to a coward flying from his colours. WARBURTON.

(1)get the start of the majestick world, &c.] This image is extremely noble it is taken from the olympic games. The mo jeftick world is a fine periphrafis for the Roman empire: their citizens fet themselves on a footing with Kings, and they called their dominion Orbis Romanus. But the particular allusion seems to be to the known story of Cefar's great pattern Alexander, who being asked, whether he would run the course at the Olym pic games, replied, Yes, if the racers were Kings.


Rome, thou haft loft the breed of noble bloods.
When went there by an age, fince the great flood, T
But it was fam'd with more than with one man?s kn^.
When could they fay, till now, that talk'd of Rome,
That her wide walls incompafs'd but one man ?out
Now is it Rome, indeed; and room enough,

When there is in it but one only man. domisƐ
Oh, you and I have heard our fathers fay,

There was a Brutus once, that would have brook'd
Th' (2) eternal devil to keep his ftate in Rome,

As eafily as a King,

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Bru. That you do love me,

am nothing jealous;

What you would work me to, I have some aim.
How I have thought of this, and of thefe times,
I fhall recount hereafter; for this present, plants oli
I would not, fo with love I might intreat you,
Be any further mov'd. What you have faid,
I will confider; what you have to fay, Ar
I will with patience hear; and find a time
Both meet to hear and anfwer fuch high things.
"Till then, my noble friend, (3) chew upon this;
Brutus had rather be a villager,vnde neige
Than to repute himself a fon of Rome it is szint)
Under fuch hard conditions, as this time ofJÄ
Is like to lay upon us.

Caf. I am glad that my weak words

Have ftruck but thus much fhew of fire from Brutus.


Enter Cæfar and his Train.

Bru. The Games are done, and Cæfar is returning. Caf. As they pafs by, pluck Cafca by the fleeve, And he will, after his four fashion, tell you What hath proceeded worthy note to day.



ternal devil 1 fhould think that our sythour eternal wrote rather, infernal devil. -chew upon this I


On this.

Coulder this at leifure; ruminate


Bru. I will do fo. But look you, Caffius,
The angry spot doth glow on Cafar's brow,
And all the reft look like a chidden train.
Calphurnia's cheek is pale; and Cicero
Looks with fuch (4) ferret and fuch fiery eyes,
As we have seen him in the Capitol,
Being croft in conf'rence by fome Senators.
Caf. Cafca will tell us what the matter is.
Caf. Antonius,

Ant Cæfar? util

Caf. [To Ant. apart.] Let me have men about me that are fat,

Sleek headed men, and fuch as fleep a-nights;
Yond Caffius has a lean and hungry look,
He thinks too much. Such men are dangerous.
Ant. Fear him not, Cafar, he's not dangerous;

He is a noble Roman, and well given.

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Caf. (5) Would he were fatter. But I fear him not; Yet if my name were liable to fear,

I do not know the man I fhould avoid,

So foon as that fpare Caffius. He reads much;
He is a great obferver; and he looks

Quite through the deeds of men. He loves no plays,
As thou doft, Antony; he hears no mufick;
Seldom he smiles, and fmiles in such a sort,
As if he mock'd himfelf, and fcorn'd his fpirit,
That could be mov'd to fmile at any thing.
Such men as he be never at heart's ease,
Whilft they behold a greater than themselves;
And therefore are they very dangerous.
I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd,
Than what I fear; for always I am Cafar.
Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf,
And tell me truly, what thou think'ft of him.
[Exeunt Cæfar and his Train.

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(4) (5) Would he were fatter.] Johnson, in his Bartholomeaufair, unjustly fneers at this paffage, in Knockham's fpeech to the Pigwoman. Come, there's no malice in fat folks; I never fear thee, and I can 'Scape thy lean moon-calf there.

-ferret,- - A ferret has red eyes.



SCENE▼ Sadodi pajvisor

Manent Brutus and Caffius: Cafca to them.

Cafca. You pull'd me by the cloak. Would you fpeak with med

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Bru. Ay, Cafca, tell us what hath chanc'd to-day, That Cæfar looks fo fadinetow

Cafca. Why, you were with him, were you not ? Bru. Ifhould not then ask Cafca what had chanc'd. Cafca. Why, there was a crown offer'd him, and being offer'd him, he put it by with the back of his hand thus; and then the people fell a fhouting. Det Bru. What was the fecond noife for h Cafca. Why, for that too.model

Caf. They fhouted thrice: what was the laft cry

Cafca. Why, for that too.


Bru. Was the crown offer'd him thrice ? Nous RE Cafca. Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, every time gentler than others and atlievery putting by, mine honeft neighbours fhouted

b Caf. Who offer'd him the crown? capoftola Cafca. Why, Antony. Toodwesionow Tool Bru. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Cafea. Dan Cafca. I can as well be hang'd, as tell the manner of it. It was meer foolery, I did not mark it. I faw Mark Antony offer him a crown; yet 'twas not a crown neither, 'twas one of these coronets; and, as I told you, he put it by once; but for all that, to my thinking, he would fain have had it. Then he offer'd it to him again: then he put it by again; but, to my thinking, he was very: loath to lay his fingers off it. And then he offer'd it the third time; he put it the third time by, and fill as he refused it, the rabblement hooted, and clapp'd their chopt hands, and threw up their fweaty night-caps, and utter'd fuch a deal of finking breath, becaufe Cafar refusid the crown, that it had almoft choaked Cafar; for he fwooned, and fell down at it; and for mine own part,

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I durft not laugh, for fear of opening my lips, and receiving the bad air.

Caf. But, foft, I pray you. What! Did Cæfar fwoon?

Cafca. He fell down in the market-place, and foam'd at mouth, and was speechless.


Bru. "Tis very like; he hath the falling Sickness. Caf. No, Cafar hath it not; but you and I, And honeft Cafea, we have the falling-fickness. Cafca. I know not you mean by that; but, I am fure, Cafar fell down. If the tag-rag people did not clap him, and hifs him, according as he pleas'd, and difpleas'd them, as they used to do the Players in the Theatre, I am no true man.

Bru. What faid he when he came unto himself?

Cafca. Marry, before he fell down, when he perceiv'd the common herd was glad he refus'd the Crown, he pluckt me ope his doublet, and offer'd them his throat to cut. An' I had been (6) a man of any occupation, if I would not have taken him at a word, would I might go to hell among the rogues. And fo he fell. When he came to himself again? he faid, If he had done, or faid any thing amifs, he defir'd their Worships to think it was his infirmity. Three or four wenches where I ftood, cry'd, alas, good foul !— and forgave him with all their hearts: but there's no heed to be taken of them; if Cæfar had ftabb'd their mothers, they would have done no lefs.

Bru. And after that, he came, thus fad, away ?
Gafca. Aya diada despão

o Caf. Did Cicero fay any thing?
Cafca. Ay, he fpoke Greek.

Caf. To what effect?

Cafca. Nay, an' I tell you that, I'll ne'er look you i' th' face again. But thofe that understood him, fmil'd at one another, and fhook their heads; but for mine own part, it was Greek to me. I could tell you more news too. Marullus and Flavius, for pulling >fcarfs off Cafar's Images, are put to filence. Fare

(6) a man of any occupation,] Had I been a mechanick, one of the Plebeians to whom he offered his throat.


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