I cannot, by the progress of the stars, Give guess how near to day.-Lucius, I say! I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly. When, Lucius, when"! Awake, I say! What, Lucius! BRU. It must be by his death: and, for my part, I know no personal cause to spurn at him, And that craves wary walking. Crown him?-That;— [Exit. And then, I grant, we put a sting in him, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Then, lest he may, prevent. And, since the quarrel Which, hatch'd, would as his kind grow mischievous; Re-enter LUCIUS. Luc. The taper burneth in your closet, sir. Is not to-morrow, boy, the ides of March? BRU. Look in the calendar, and bring me word. BRU. The exhalations, whizzing in the air, Give so much light that I may read by them. [Exit. [Opens the letter, and reads. Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? What! Rome? My ancestors did from the streets of Rome The Tarquin drive, when he was call'd a king. • Remorse-pity-tenderness. A sense in which it is commonly used by Shakspere. Ides of March. In the original the first of March. Shakspere found it so in North's 'Plutarch;' and he adopted the date without consideration. Presently Lucius says, in the original, "March is wasted fifteen days." Theobald made the necessary correction in both instances. y "Speak, strike, redress!"-Am I entreated a To speak, and strike? O Rome! I make thee promise, Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus ! Re-enter LUCIUS. Luc. Sir, March is wasted fourteen days. BRU. "T is good. Go to the gate: somebody knocks. I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The genius and the mortal instruments The nature of an insurrection. [Knock within. [Exit LUCIUS. Luc. No, sir; their hats are pluck'd about their ears, And half their faces buried in their cloaks, That by no means I may discover them By any mark of favourd They are the faction. O Conspiracy! Sham'st thou to show thy dangerous brow by night, When evils are most free? O, then, by day Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none, Conspiracy; [Exit LUCIUS. a Steevens introduces then after entreated. He will in no case comprehend that a pause, such as must be made after redress, stands in the place of a syllable. A man. So the original; but Steevens and other modern editors omit the article. A man individualises the description; and shows that "the genius," on the one hand, means the spirit, or the impelling higher power moving the spirit, whilst "the mortal instruments" has reference to the bodily powers which the will sets in action. The condition of Macbeth before the murder of Duncan illustrates this: "I am settled, and bend up Each corporal agent to this terrible feat." Mr. Dyce holds that the article, a, is a barbarous addition. & Favour-countenance. It in. By the perpetuation of an error in some edition, all the modern readings have in it. For if thou path", thy native semblance on, Not Erebus itself were dim enough To hide thee from prevention. Enter CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS, CINNA, METELLUS CIMBER, and TREBONIUS. CAS. I think we are too bold upon your rest: Good morrow, Brutus. Do we trouble you? Know I these men that come along with you? CAS. This, Casca; this, Cinna; and this, Metellus Cimber. What watchful cares do interpose themselves CAS. Shall I entreat a word? DEC. Here lies the east: Doth not the day break here? CIN. O, pardon, sir, it doth; and yon gray lines CASCA. You shall confess that you are both deceiv'd. BRU. Give me your hands all over, one by one. BRU. No, not an oath: If not the face of men, As I am sure they do, bear fire enough To kindle cowards, and to steel with valour The melting spirits of women; then, countrymen, [They whisper. a Path-walk on a trodden way-move forward amidst observation. What need we any spur but our own cause That this shall be, or we will fall for it? Nor th' insuppressive metal of our spirits, To think that, or our cause, or our performance, If he do break the smallest particle Of any promise that hath pass'd from him. CIN. Will purchase us a good opinion, And buy men's voices to commend our deeds: BRU. O, name him not; let us not break with him; CAS. That other men begin. Then leave him out. CASCA. Indeed, he is not fit. DEC. Shall no man else be touch'd but only Cæsar? BRU. Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius, Like wrath in death, and envy afterwards: Cautelous-wary-circumspect. |