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(9) His coward lips did from their colour fly, 11
ibal So (1) get the start of the majefiek world, And bear the Palm alone.
[Shout. Flourilo. Bru. Another general shout! I do believe, that these applauses are For some new honours that are heap'd on Cæfar.
Caf. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colosus; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves. Men at some times are masters of their fates : The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, 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 name ; Sound them; it doth become the mouth as well's 50) 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, That he is grown fo great ? Age, thou art sham'd;
San Los (9) His coward lips did from their colour fly,] A plain mar would have said, the coloår fled from his lips, and not his lipis from their colour. But the false expression was for the sake of as false 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 ma jestick world is a fine periphrasis for the Roman empire: their citizensiset 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 Cæfar's great pattern Alexander, who being asked, whether he would run the course at the Olymai
WARB. pic games, replied, Yes, if the racers were Kings.
Rome, thou haft loft the breed of noble bloods.
Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous ; What
you would work me to, I have some aim.
weak words Have struck but thus much thew of fire from Brutus.
Enter Cæfar and his Trair. Bru. The Games are done, and Cæfar is returning.
Caf. As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve, And he will, after his four fashion, tell
you What hath proceeded worthy note to day.
Feternal devil. I should think that our authour wrote rather, infernal devil.
(3) -chew upon this ;I Coulder this af leisure; ruminate l'o this,
Bru. I will do so. But look you, Casus,
Cas. Casca will tell us what the matter is.
that are fat,
Ant. Fear him not, Casar, he's not dangerous ;
Cæs. (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 should avoid, So soon as that spare Cafius. He reads much; He is a great observer; and he looks Quite through the deeds of men.
He loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no mufick; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort, As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his fpirit, That could be mov'd to smile at any thing. Such men as he be never at heart's ease, Whilst 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 Cæfar. Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf, "And tell me truly, what thou think'st of him.
[Exeunt Cæfar and his Train.
(4) ferret, -] A ferret has red eyes. (5) Would he were fatter.] Johnson, in his Bartholomewu
ir, unjustly frieers at this passage, in Knockham's speech to the Pigwoman. Come, there's no malice in fat folks ; I never fear thee, and I can "Scape thy lean moon-calf there.
Casca. You pulld me by the cloak. Would you
speak with me? Bru. Ay, Casca, tell us what hath chanc'd to-day, That Cæsar looks so sad. :
het Casca. Why, you were with him, were you not? Bru. I Mould not then ask Casca what had chanc'd.
Casca. 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 shouting.
Brú. What was the second noise for at
Caj. They shouted thrice : what was the laft cry for ?
Casca. Why, for that too.
Casca. Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, every time gentler than others and at every putting by, mine honest neighbours (houted.
Caf. Who offer'd him the crown ?
Casca. I can as well be hang'd, as tell the manner of it. It was meer foolery, I did not mark it. I saw Mark Antony offer him a crown ; -yet 'twas not a crown neither, 'twas one of these coronets ; mànd, 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 ftill as he refus d it, the rabblement hooted, and clapp'd their chopt hands, and threw up their sweaty night-caps, and utter'd fuch a deal of stinking breath, because Cafar refus!d the crown, that it had almost choaked Cafar ; for he fwooned, and fell down at it; and for mine own part,
I durft not laugh, for fear of opening my lips, and receiving the bad áir. Caf. But, soft, I pray you.
What! Did Cæfar fwoon? Casca. 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, Cæfar hath it not; but you and I, And honest Casca, we have the falling-fickness.
Casca. I know not what you mean by that; but, I am sure, Cafar fell down. If the tag-rag people did not clap him, and hiss him, according as he pleas’d, and displeas'd them, as they used to do the Players in the Theatre, I am no true man.
Bru. What said he when he came unto himself?
Casca. 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 so he fell. When he came to himself again? he faid, If he had done, or said any thing amiss, he defir'd their Worships to think it was his infirmity. Three or four wenches where I stood, cry'd, alas, good soul !and forgave him with all their hearts : but there's no heed to be taken of them; if Cæsar had stabb'd their mothers, they would have done no less.
Bru. And after that, he came, thus sad, away? el Gafca. Ay. o Caf. Did Cicero say any thing? i Casca. Ay, he spoke Greek. Caf. To what effect ?
Casca. Nay, an' I tell you that, I'll ne'er look you i' th' face again. But those that understood him, fmild at one another, and fhook their heads; but for mine own part, it was Greek to me. I could tells
you more news too. Marullus and Flavius, for pulling - scarfs off Cæfaros Images, are pot to filence. Fare
(6) a man of any occupation,] Had I been a mechanick, one of the Plebeians to whom he offered his throat.