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per men as ever trod upon neats-leather, have gone upon my handy-work.
Flav. But wherefore art not in thy shop to-day?. Why dost thou lead these men about the streets ?
2 Cit. Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myself into more work. But, indeed, sir, we make holiday, to see Cæsar, and to rejoice in his triumph.
Mar. Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he What tributaries follow him to Rome,
to walls and battlements,
poor men of
Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault,
your sort; Draw them to Tyber banks, and weep your tears Into the channel, till the lowest stream Do kiss the most exalted shores of all. [Exeunt Citizens. See, whe'r their basest metal be not mov'd; They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness. Go you down that way towards the Capitol;
whe'r -] i. e. Whether.
This way will I: Disrobe the images,
If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies.c
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.
The Same. A publick Place.
Enter in Procession, with Musick, CESAR; ANTONY, for the course; CALPHURNIA, PORTIA, DECIUS, CICERO, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and CASCA, a great Croud following; among them a Soothsayer.
Cas. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, When he doth run his course.-Antonius.
Ant. Cæsar, my lord.
Cas. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, To touch Calphurnia: for our elders say, The barren, touched in this holy chase, Shake off their steril curse,
с ceremonies.] i. e. Honorary ornaments; tokens of respect.-MALONE. d This person was not Decius, but Decimus Brutus. The poet (as Voltaire has done since) confounds the characters of Marcus and Decimus. Decimus Brutus was the most cherished by Casar of all his friends, while Marcus kept aloof, and declined so large a share of his favours and honours, as the other had constantly accepted. Shakspeare's mistake of Decius for Decimus, arose from the old translation of Plutarch.-FARMER.
• The barren, touched in this holy chase,
Shake off their steril curse.] "At that time the feast Lupercalia was celebrated, the which in olde time men say was the feast of shepherds or herdsmen,
I shall remember :
Cæs. Set on; and leave no ceremony out. [Musick.
Sooth. Beware the ides of March.
What man is that ?
[Sennet. Exeunt all but BRU, and Cas.
Bru. I am not gamesome: I do lack some part
Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late: I have not from your eyes that gentleness, And show of love, as I was wont to have: You bear too stubborn and too stranges a hand and is much like unto the feast of Lyceans in Arcadia. But howsoever it is, that day there are diverse noble men's sonnes, young men (and some of them magistrates themselves that govern them), which run naked through the city, striking in sport them they meet in their way with leathern thongs. And many noble women and gentlewomen also go on purpose to stand in their way, and doe put forth their handes to be stricken, persuading themselves that being with childe, they shall have good deliverie; and also, being barren, that it will make them conceive with child. Cæsar sat to behold that sport upon the pulpit for orations, in a chayre of gold, apparalled in triumphant manner. Antonius, who was consul at that time, was one of them that ronne this holy course.” Pluturch: North’s translation.--MALONE.
1 Sennet.] A certain set of notes on the trumpet or cornet, different from a flourish.
strange) i.e. Alien, unfamiliar, such as might become a stranger.--JOHNSON.
Over your friend that loves you.
war, Forgets the show of love to other men.
Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion ;' By means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?
Bru. No, Cassius : for the eye sees not itself,
Cas. "Tis just :
Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,
Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar’d to hear :
passions of some difference,] With a fluctuation of discordant opinions and desires.-JOHNson.
your passion ;] i. e. The nature of the feelings from which you are now suffering.–STEEvens.
Were I a common laugher, or did use
[Flourish, and shout.
Ay, do you fear it?
Bru. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well :-
Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,
* To stale with ordinary oaths my love, &c.] To invite every new protesler to my affection by the stale or allurement of customary oaths.—Johnson.