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Calp. Here, my Lord.
Caf. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, When he doth run his courfe- -Antonius,
Ant. Cæfar, my Lord.
Caf. Forget not in your speed, Antonius, To touch Calphurnia; for our elders fay, The barren touched in this holy chace, Shake off their fteril curfe.
Ant. I fhall remember.
When Cæfar fays, Do this; it is perform'd.
Caf. Ha! who calls?
Cafca. Bid every noife be ftill; peace yet again.
Caf. What man is that?
Bru. A Soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March. Caf. Set him before me, let me fee his face...
Caf. Fellow, come from the throng, look upon Cæfar. Caf. What fay'ft thou to me now? fpeak once again, Sooth. Beware the ides of March.
Caf. He is a dreamer, let us leave, him; pafs.
[Exeunt Cafar and traim
SCENE III. Manent Brutus and Caffius
Caf. Will you go
Bru. Not I..
fee the order of the courfe?
Laf. I pray you, do.
Bru. Iam not gamefome; I do lack fome part Of that quick spirit that is in Antony :
Let me not hinder, Caffius, your defires;
I'll leave you.
Caf. Brutus, I do obferve you now of late;
Be not deceiv'd: if I have veil'd my look,
I turn the trouble of my countenance
Which give fome foil perhaps to my behaviour:
Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
Caf. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your paffion;:
And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, Caffius, That you would have me feek into myself
For that which is not in me?
Caf. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to hear; And fince you know you cannot fee yourself
So well as by reflection, I, your glais,
Will modeftly difcover to yourfelf
That of yourself which yet you know not of.
And be not jealous of me, gentle Brutus:
Were I a common laugher, or did ufe
every new proteftor; if you know,
That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard.
[Flourish and fhout
Bru. What means this fhouting? I do fear the people Chufe Cæfar for their King.
Caf. Ay, do you fear it?
Then muft I think you would not have it fo.
Bru. I would not, Caffius; yet I love him well.
The name of Honour more than I fear Death.
I was born free as Cæfar, fo were you ;
"And bid him follow; fo indeed he did.
Did from the flames of Troy upon his fhoulder
Is now become a god, and Caflius is
Swimming was one of the generous exercifes practifed at Rome, and learned by all the youth of the best birth and quality as a neBeffary qualification towards good foldiership.
A wretched creature; and must bend his body
He had a fever when he was in Spain,
And when the fit was on him, I did mark
How he did fake. "Tis true, this god did fhake;
And that fame eye whofe bend doth awe the world,
Bru. Another general fhout
I do believe, that thefe applaufes are
For fome new honours that are heap'd on Cæfar.
Caf. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Coloffus; and we petty men.
• Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves difhonourable graves.
• Men at fome times are mafters 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; your's is as fair a name: • Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em,
• Brutus will ftart a spirit 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 fham'd Rome, thou haft loft the breed of noble bloods. When went there by an age, fince the great flood, • But it was fam'd with more than with one man When could they fay, till now, that talk'd of Rome, • That her wide walls encompass'd but one man * ?
- but one man?
Now is it Rome indeed; and room enough,