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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;

Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans
Mark him, and write his fpeeches in their books, Hlavy
Alas! it cry'd give me fome drink, Titinius”
As a fick girl. Ye Gods, it doth amaze me,

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A man of fuch a feeble temper fhould ten volles bad I So (1) get the start of the majestick world, oh to swan And bear the Palm alone.

Bru. Another general shout!

I do believe, that thefe applaufes are

[Shout. Flourifo.

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:motZA
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, da cid
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 c
Sound them;it doth become the mouth as well ;s
Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em,
Brutus will start a fpirit, as foon as Cæfar. mod
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 flam'd;

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(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 falle 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 themfelves on a footing with Kings, and they called their dominion Orbis Romanas. 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 courfe at the Olym pic games, replied, Yes, if the racers were Kings.

WARB.

Rome,

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 incompafs'd but one man ?entout
Now is it Rome, indeed; and room enough,
When there is in it but one only man.

How is
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,

Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous ;
What you would work me to, I have fome aim.
How I have thought of this, and of these times, HARY
I fhall recount hereafter; for this prefent, said, old
I would not, fo with love I might intreat you, I b) e
Be any further mov'd. What you have faid, ad He
I will confider; what you have to say,

I will with patience hear; and find a time was?
Both meet to hear and anfwer fuch high things.ds
"Till then, my noble friend, (3) chew upon this;
Brutus had rather be a villager,vasaras
Than to repute himself a fon of Rome it is) sin()
Under fuch hard conditions, as this time to
Is like to lay upon us.

Caf. I am glad that my weak words

Have ftruck but thus much shew of fire from Brutus.

SCENE IVUSVAHE

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.

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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 some Senators.
Caf. Cafca will tell us what the matter is.
Caf. Antonius,

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Caf. [To Ant. apart.] Let me have men about me Tarole 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 fmiles, and fmiles in fuch a fort, wi
As if he mock'd himfelf, and fcorn'd his fpirit,
That could be mov'd to smile 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 Cæfar.
Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf,
And tell me truly, what thou think'st of him.

(4)ferret,

"fair! Would be wis

[Exeunt Cæfar and his Train.

-] A ferret has red eyes. he were fatter Johnfon, in his Bartholomewat this paffage, in Knockham's fpeech to the Pigwoman. Come, there's no malice in fat folks, I never fear thee, and I can fcape thy lean moon-calf there.

WARB.

SCENE

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Manent Brutus and Caffius: Cafca to them.

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

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

may Cafca. Why, you were with him, were you not? Bru. I fhould 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. S Bru. What was the fecond noise for ho Cafca. Why, for that too.sisted

Caf. They fhouted thrice: what was the laft cry tfor? hua to duch ein Serghera zbresienwerD Cafca. Why, for that too. tot ons is mats Bru. Was the crown offer'd him thrice . RUME Cafca. Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, every time gentler than others and atlievery putting by, mine honeft neighbours fhouted falDIT Caf. Who offer'd him the crown Par catégori Cafca. Why, Antony, Toredwas lonew 1002 Bru. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Cafca.ban 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 ftill as he refus'd it, the rabblement hooted, and clapp'd their chopt hands, and threw up their fweaty night-caps, and utter'd fuch a deal of tinking breath, becaufe Cafar refusid the crown, that it had almoft choaked Cæfar; for he fwooned, and fell down at it; and for mine own part, sendt vid bonetto su ugdst of BAL I durft

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

Caf. But, foft, I pray you.
fwoon?

What! Did Cafar

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

Bru. 'Tis very like; he hath the falling Sickness. Caf. No, Cafar hath it not; but you and I, And honeft Cafca, we have the falling-fickness.

Cafca. I know not what 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 stabb'd their mothers, they would have done no lefs.

Bru. And after that, he came, thus fad, away? be Gafca. Ayiossa Brado despoo

Caf. Did Cicero fay any thing?

si Cafca. Ay, he spoke Greek. CheCaf. 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

511 (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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