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I had as lief not be, as live to be
There was a Brutus* once, that would have In awe of such a thing as I myself.
brook'd I was born free as Cesar; so were you : The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome, We both have fed as well; and we can both As easily as a king. Endure the winter's cold, as well as he.
Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing For once, upon a raw and gusty* day,
(aimit The troubled Tyber chafing with her shores,
What you would work me to, I have some Cesar said to me, Dur'st thou, Cassius, now
How I have thought of this, and of these Leap in with me into this angry flood,
times, And suim to yonder point? Upon the word,
I shall recount hereafter; for this present, Accouter'd as I was, I plunged in,
I would not, so with love I might entreat you, And bade him follow: so, indeed, he did. Be any further mov’d. What you have said, The torrent roar'd; and we did buffet it I will consider; what you have to say, With lusty sinews; throwing it aside
I will with patience hear: and find a time And stemming it with hearts of controversy. Both meet to hear, and answer, such high But ere we could arrive the point propos’d,
things. Cesar cried, Help me, Cassius, or 1 sink. Till then, my noble friend, chewt upon this; I, as Æneas, our great ancestor,
Brutus had rather be a villager, Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder Than to repute himself a son of Rome The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of Under these hard conditions as this time. Tyber
Is like to lay upon us. Did I the tired Cesar: And this man
Cas. I am glad, that my weak words Is now become a god; and Cassius is
Have struck but this much show of fire from A wretched creature, and must bend his body,
Re-enter Cesar, and his Train.
Cas. As they pass by, pluck Casca, by the His coward lips did from their colour fly;
sleeve; And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the And he will after his sour fashion, tell you world,
What hath proceeded, worthy note, to-day: Did lose his lustre: I did bear him groan: Bru. I will do so:-But, look you, Cassius, Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Ro- The angry spot doth glow on Cesar's brow,
[books, And all the rest look like a chidden train : Mark bim, and write his speeches in their Calphurnia's cheek is pale; and Cicero Alas! it cried, Give me some drink, Titinius, Looks with such ferreto and such fiery eyes, As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me, As we have seen bim in the Capitol, A man of such a feeble tempert should Being cross'd in conference by some senators. So get the start of the majestic world,
Cas. Casca will tell us wbat the matter is. And bear the palm alone. [Shout. Flourish. Ces. Antonius. Bru. Another general shout!
Ant. Cesar. I do believe, that these applauses are
Ces. Let me have men about me that are For some new honours that are heap'd op Cesar.
fat; Cus. Why, man, he doth bestride the nar- Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o’nights: row world,
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look ; Like a Colossus; and we petty men
He thinks too much: such men are dangerous. Walk under his huge legs, and peep about Ant. Fear him not, Cesar, he's not dangerTo find ourselves dishonourable
graves. He is a noble Roman, and well given. (ous; Men at some time are masters of their fates :
Ces. 'Would he were fatter:-But l' fear The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads Why should that name be sounded more than He is a great observer, and be looks (much; yours?
Quite throngh the deeds of men : he loves no Write them together, yours is as fair a name;
plays, Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music: Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure them, Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a sort, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cesar. As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit
[Shout. That could be mov'd to smile at any thing. Now in the names of all the gods at once, Such men as he be never at heart's ease, Upon what meat doth this our Cesar feed, Whiles they behold a greater than themselves; That he is grown so great? Age, thou art And therefore are they very dangerous. sham'd:
I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd, Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods! Than what I fear, for always I am Cesar. When went there by an age, since the great Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf, flood,
(man? And tell me truly what thou think'st of him. But it was fam'd with more than with one
(Exeunt Cesar and his Train. CASCA When could they say, till now, that talk'd of
stays behind. Rome,
(man? Cusca. Yon pull'd me by the cloak; Would That her wide walks encompass'd but one you speak with me? Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough, When there is in it but one only man,
Brü. Ay, Casca; tell us what hath chanc'd
to-day, O! you and I have heard our fathers say,
* Lucius Junius Brutus, + Guess. Windy. | Temperament, constitution.
A ferret has red eyes
693 That Cesar looks so sad.
Casca. Ay, he spoke Greek.
Cusca. Nay, an I tell you that, I'll ne'er Casca. Why, there was a crown offer'd him: look you i'the face again : But those, that unand being offer'd him, he put it by with the derstood him, smiled at one another, and shook back of his hand, thus; and then the people their heads; but, for mine own part, it was fell a' shouting.
Greek to me. I could tell you more news too : Bru. What was the second noise for? Marullus and Flavius, for pulling scarfs off Casca. Why, for that too.
Cesar's images, are put to silence. Fare you Cas. They shouted thrice;. What was the well. There was more foolery yet, if I could last cry for?
remember it. Casca. Why, for that too.
Cas. Will you sup with me to-night, Casca? Bru. Was the crown offer'd him thrice ? Casca. No, I am promised forth.
Casca. Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by Cas. Will you dine with me to-morrow? thrice, every time gentler than other; and Casca. Ay, if I be alive, and your mind hold, at every putting by, mine honest neighbours and your dinner worth eating. shouted.
Cas. Good: I will expect you. Cas. Who offered him the crown?
Casca. Do so: Farewell, both. Casca. Why, Antony.
[Erit CASCA. Bru. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca. Bru. What a blunt fellow is this grown to Casca. I can as well be hanged, as tell the
be? manner of it: it was mere foolery. I did not He was quick mettle, when he went to school. mark it. I saw Mark Antony offer him a Cas. So is he now, in execution crown ;-yet 'twas not a crown neither, 'twas Of any bold or noble enterprise, one of these coronets ;-and, as I told you, he However he puts on this tardy form. put it by once; but, for all that, to my thinking, This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, he would fain' have had it. Then he offered it which gives men stomach to digest his words to him again; then he put it by again: but, to With better appetite. my thinking, he was very loath to lay his fin- Bru. And so it is. For this time I will leave gers off it. And then he offered it the third
you: time; he put it the third time by: and still as To-morrow if you please to speak with me, he refused it, the rabblement hooted, and clap- I will come home to you; or, if you will, ped their chopped hands, and threw up their Come home with me, and I will wait for you. sweaty night-caps, and uttered such a deal of Cas. I will do so:-till then, think of the stinking breath because Cesar refused the
(Exit Brutus. crown, that it had almost choked Cesar; for Well, Brutus, thou art poble; yet, I see, he swooned, and fell down at it: And for mine Thy honourable metal may be wrought own part I durst not laugh, for fear of opening From that it is dispos'd :* Therefore 'tis meet , my lips, and receiving the bad air.
That noble minds keep ever with their likes: Cas. But, soft, I pray you: What? did For who so firm, that cannot be seduc'd ? Cesar swoon?
Cesar doth bear me hard it but he loves BruCasca. He fell down in the market-place,
tus: and foamed at mouth, and was speechless.
If I were Brutus now, and he were Cassius, Bru. 'Tis very like: he hath the falling-sick. He should not humourt me. I will this night,
In several hands, in at the windows throw,
That Rome holds of his name; wherein obCusca. I know nor what you mean by that;
scurely but, I am sure, Cesar fell down. If the tag- Cesar's ambition shall be glanced at: rag people did not clap him, and hiss him, ac- And, after this, let Cesar seat him sure; cording as he pleased, and displeased them,
For we will shake him, or worse days endure. as they use to do the players in the theatre, I
(Exit. am no true* man. Bru. What said he, when he came unto him
SCENE III.-The same.--A Street. self?
Thunder and Lightning: Enter, from opposite Casca. Marry, before he fell down, when he
sides, Casca, with his sword drawn, and perceiv'd the common herd was glad he refused CICERO. the crown, he plucked me ope his doublet, and offered them his throat to cut.-An I had been Cic. Good even, Casca : Brought you Cesar a man of any occupation,t if I would not have
home ? taken him at a word, I would I might go to Why are you breathless ? and why stare you so? hell among the rogues :-and so he feli. When Casca. Are you not mov'd, when all the sway he came to himself again, he said, If he had
of earth done, or said, any thing amiss, he desired their Shakes, like a thing unfirm? O Cicero, worships to think it was his infirmity. Three I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds or four wenches, where I stood, cried, Alas, Have riv'd the knotty oaks; and I have seen good soul ! --and forgave him with all their The ambitious ocean swell, and rage, and foam, hearts: But there's no heed to be taken of To be exalted with the threat'ning clouds : them; if Cesar had stabbed their mothers, But never till to-night, never till now, they would have done no less.
Did I go through a tempest dropping fire. Bru. And after that, he came, thus sad, Either there is a civil strife in heaven;
* Disposed to, + Has an unfavourable opinion of De. A mechanic.
Cajole. Did you attend Cesar home!
Or else the world, evo saucy with the gods, To monstrous quality; why, you shall find, Incenses them to send destruction.
That heaven hath infus'd them with these Cic. Why, saw you any thing more wonder
To make them instruments of fear, and warnCasca. A common slave (you know him well Unto some monstrous state. Now could I, by sight,)
(night; Held up his left hand, which did flame, and Name to thee a man most like this dreadful Like twenty torches join'd; and yet his hand, That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and Not sensible of fire, remain'd unscorch’d. As doth the lion in the Capitol : (roars Besides, (I have not since put up my sword,) A man no mightier than thyself, or me, Against the Capitol I met à lion,
In personal action ; yet prodigious* grown, Who glar'd upon me, and went surly by, And fearful, as these strange eruptions are. Without annoying me: And there were drawn Casca. 'Tis Cesar that you mean: Is it not, Upon a heap a hundred ghastly women,
Cassius? Transformed with their fear; who swore they Cas. Let it be who it is: for Romans now
Have thewest and limbs like to their ancestors; Men, all in fire, walk up and down the streets. But, woe the while! our fathers' minds are And, yesterday, the bird of night did sit,
dead, Even at noon-day, upon the market-place, And we are govern’d with our mothers' spirits; Hooting, and shrieking. When these prodigies Oar yoke and sufferance show us womanish. Do so conjointly meet, let not men say,
Casca. Indeed, they say, the senators to-mor. These are their reasons, -They are natural ; Mean to establish Cesar as a king: (row For, I believe, they are porientous things And he shall wear his crown by sea, and land, Upon the climate that they point upon. In every place, save here in Italy.
Cic. Indeed, it is a strange-disposed time : Cas. I know where I will wear this dagger But men may construe things after their fashion,
then; Clean* from the purpose of the things them- Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius : selves.
Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most Comes Cesar to the Capitol to-morrow?
strong ; Casca. He doth; for he did bid Antonius Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat: Send word to you, he would be there to-mor. Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass,
Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron, Cic. Good night then, Casca: this disturbed Can be retentive to the strength of spirit; Is not to walk in.
(sky | But life, being weary of these worldly bars, Casca. Farewell, Cicero. (Exit Cicero. Never lacks power to dismiss itself. Enter Cassius.
If I know this, know all the world besides,
That part of týranny, that I do bear, Cas. Who's there?
I can shake off at pleasure. Casca. A Roman.
Cascu. So can I: Cas. Casca, by your voice.
So every bondman in his own band bears Casca. Your ear is good. Cassius, what The power to cancel his captivity. night is this?
Cas. And why should Cesar be a tyrant Cas. A very pleasing night to honest men.
then ? Casca. Who ever knew the heavens menace Poor man! I know, he would not be a wolf, so?
But that be sees the Romans are but sheep: Cas. Those, that have known the earth so full He were no lion, were not Romans hinds. of faults.
Those that with haste will make a mighty fire, For my part, I have walk'd about the streets, Begin it with weak straws: What trash is Submitting ine unto the perilous night;
Rome, And thus embraced, Casca, as you see,
What rubbish, and what offal, when it serves Have bar'd my bosom to the thunder-stone:t
For the base matter to illuminate And, when the cross blue lightning seem'd to So vile a thing as Cesar? But, 0, grief! open
Where hast thou led me? I, perhaps, speak The breast of heaven, I did present myself
this Even in the aim and very flash of it.
Before a willing bondman; then I know Casca. But wherefore did you so much tempt My answer must be made : But I am arm'd, the heavens?
And dangers are to me indifferent. It is the part of men to fear and tremble, Cusca. You speak to Casca; and to such a When the most mighty gods, by tokens, send
man, Such dreadful heralds to astonish us.
That is no fleering tell-tale. Holdý my hand: Cas. You are dull, Casca; and those sparks Be factious|| for redress of all these griefs; of life
And I will set this foot of mine as far, That should be in a Roman, yon do want, As who goes farthest. Or else you use not : You look pale, and gaze, Cas. There's a bargain made. And put on fear, and cast yourself in wonder, Now know you, Casca, I have mov'd already To see the strange impatience of the heavens: Some certain of the noblest-minded Romans, But if you would consider the true cause,
To undergo, with me, an enterprise Why all these fires, why all these gliding Of honourable-dangerous consequence; ghosts,
And I do know, by this, they stay for me Why birds, and beasts, from quality and kind;t In Pompey's porch: for now, this fearful night, Why old men fools, and children calculate; There is no stir, or walking in the streets ; Why all these things change, from their ordi- And the complexion of the element, pance,
Is favour'd, I like the work we have in hand, Their natures and pre-formed faculties, Most bloody, fiery, and most terrible. Entirely.
• Portontous. + Muscles.
Decr. Why they deviate from quality and nature.
Here's my hand. ij Active, lesembles.
Remorse* from power: And, to speak truth of Casca. Stand close awhile, for here comes I have not known when his affections sway'd
Cesar, one in haste.
More than his reason. But 'tis a common Cas. 'Tis Cinna, I do know him by his gait;*
proof,+ He is a friend.-Cinna, where haste you so? Cin. To find out you: Who's that? Metellus Whereto the climber-upward turns his face:
That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Cimber?
But when he once attains the upmost round, Cas. No, it is Casca; one incorporate
He then unto the ladder turns his back, To our attempts. Am I not staid for, Cinna?. Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degreest Cin. I am glad on't. What a fearful pight By which he did ascend: So Cesar may; is this?
[sights. Then, lest he may, prevent. And, since the There's two or three of us have seen strange
quarrel Cas. Am I not staid for, Cinna? Tell me,
Will bear no colour for the thing he is, Cin. Yes,
Fashion it thus; that what he is, augmented, You are. 0, Cassius, if yon could but win
Would run to these, and these extremities : The noble Brutus to our party,
And therefore think him as a serpent's egg, Cas. Be you content: Good Cinna, take this Which, hatch'd, would, as his kind, grow paper,
Luc. The taper burneth in your closet, Sir. Repair to Pompey's porch, where you shall Searching the window for a lint, I found find us.
This paper, thus seal'd up; and, I am sure, Is Decius Brutus, and Trebonius, there?
It did not lie there, when I went to bed. Cin. All but Metellus Cimber; and he's gone
Bru. Get you to bed again, it is not day, To seek you at your house. Well, I will bie, Is not to-morrow, boy, the ides of March? And so bestow these papers as you bade me. Laue. I know not, Sir. Cas. That done, repair to Pompey's theatre.
Bru. Look in the calendar, and bring me [Exit Cinna.
word. Come, Casca, you and I will, yet, ere day, Luc. I will, Sir.
[Exit. See Brutus at his house: three parts of him
Bru. The exhalations, whizzing in the air, Is ours already; and the man entire,
Give so much light, that I may read by tbem. Upon the next encounter, yields him ours. Casca. 0, he sits high, in all the people's Brutus, thou sleep'st; awake, und see thyself.
(Opens the Letter, and reuds. hearts:
Shall Rome, $c. Speak, strike, redress! And that, which would appear offence in us,
Brutus, thou sleep'st ; auake. His countenance, like richest alchymy,
Such instigations have been often dropp’d Will change to virtue, and to worthiness. Cas. Him, and his worth, and our great need Shall Rome, 8c. Thus, must I piece it out;
Where I have took them up. of him,
Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? What! You have right well conceited. Let us go,
The Tarquin drive, when he was call’d a king.
[Exeunt. Speak, strike, redress !-Am I entreated then ACT II.
To speak, and strike ? O Rome! I make thee
promise, SCENE 1.-The same.-BRUTUS' Orchurd. If the redress will follow, thou receivest Enter BRUTUS.
Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus! Bru. What, Lucius! ho!
Re-enter Lucius. I cannot, by the progress of the stars,
Luc. Sir, March is wasted fourteen days. Give guess how near to day:-Lucius, I say!
(Knock within. I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly:
Bru. 'Tis good. Go to the gate; somebody When, Lucius, when?Awake, I say: What,
[Exit Lucius. Since Cassius first did whet me against Cesar, Enter LUCIUS.
I have not slept. Luc. Call'd you, my lord ?
Between the acting of a dreadful thing Bru. Get me a taper in my study, Lucius:
And the first motion, all the interim is When it is lighted, come and call me here.
Like a phantasma,|| or a hideous dream: Luc. I will, my lord.
The genius, and the mortal instruments, Bru. It must be by his death: and, for my Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
Are then in council; and the state of man,
The nature of an insurrection,
Luc. Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door,
Who doth desire to see you.
Bru. Is he alone?
Luc. No, Sir, there are more with him.
Bru. Do you know them ? That at his will he may do danger with.
Luc. No, Sir; their hats are pluck'd about The abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins
* Pity, ter demness. + Experience.
Low steps * Air of walking. † An exclamation of impatience.
And half their faces buried in their cloaks, Swear priests, and cowards, and men cauteThat by no means I may discover them
lous,* By any mark of favour.*
Old feeble carrions, and such suffering souls Bru. Let them enter. [Exit Lucius. That welcome wrongs; unto bad causes swear They are the faction. O conspiracy! (night, Such creatures as men doubt: but do not stain Sham’st thou to show thy dangerous brow by The even virtue ot our enterprise, When evils are most free! 0, then, by day, Nor the insuppressive mettle of our spirits, Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough To think, that, or our cause, or our performTo mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none,
ance, Hide in it smiles, and affability: [conspiracy; Did need an oath; when every drop of blood, For if thou path thy native semblancet on, That every Roman bears, and nobly bears, Not Erebust itself were dim enough
Is guilty of a several bastardy.
If he do break the smallest particle
Cas. But what of Cicero? Shall we sound Enter Cassius, Casca, Decius, Cinna, ME
him? TELLUS CIMBER, und TREBONIUS.
I think, he will stand very strong with us. Cas. I think we are too bold upon your rest:
Casca. Let us not leave him out.
Cin. No, by no means.
Met. O let us have him; for his silver hairs
It shall be said, his judgement rul'd our hands; here,
Our youths, and wildness, shall no whit apBut honours you : and every one doth wish,
But all be buried in bis gravity. (pear, You had but that opinion of yourself,
Bru. O, name him not; let us not break;
with him ; Which every noble Roman bears of you. This is Trebonius.
For he will never follow any thing
That other men begin.
Cas. Then leave him out.
Casca. Indeed, he is not fit. Cus. This, Casca; this, Cinna;
Dec. Shall no inan else be touch'd but only
Cas. Decius, well urg'd :- I think it is not What watchful cares do interpose themselves
meet, Betwixt your eyes and night?
Mark Antony, so well belov'd of Cesar, Cas. Shall I entreat a word? (They whisper. A shrewd contriver; and, you know, his means,
Should outlive Cesar: We shall find of him Dec. Here lies the east: Doth not the day if he improves them, may well stretch so far,
break here? Casca. No.
As to annoy us all : which to prevent, Cin. O, pardon, Sir, it doth; and yon grey
Let Antony, and Cesar, fall together. lines,
Bru. Our course will seem too bloody, Caius That fret the clouds, are messengers of day.
Cassius, Casca. You shall confess, that you are both To cut the head off
, and then hack the limbs; deceiv'd.
Like wrath in death, and envys afterwards : Here, as I point my sword, the sun arises ;
For Antony is but a limb of Cesar. Which is a great way growing on the south,
Let us be sacrificers, but no butchers, Caius. Weighing the youthful season of the year.
We all stand up against the spirit of Cesar; Soine two months hence, up higher toward | O, that we then could come by Cesar's spirit,
And in the spirit of men there is no blood : the north He first presents his fire ; and the high east
And not dismember Cesar! But, alas, Stands, as the Capitol, directly here.
Cesar must bleed for it! And, gentle friends, Bru.' Give me your hands all over, one by Let's carve him as a'dish fit for the gods,
Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully; Cas. And let us swear our resolution.
Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds : Bru. No, not an oath : If not the faces of And let our hearts, as subtle masters do,
Stir up their servants to an act of rage, men, The sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse, And after seem to chide them. This shall If these be motives weak, break off betimes,
make And every man hence to his idle bed;
Our purpose necessary, and not envious : So let high-sighted tyranny range on,
Which so appearing to the common eyes, Till each man drop by lottery. But if these, And for Mark Antony, think not of him;
We shall be call'd purgers, not murderers. As I am sure they do, bear fire enough To kindle cowards, and to steel with valour
For he can do no more than Cesar's arm, The melting spirits of women; then, country
When Cesar's head is off.
Cas. Yet I do fear him: men, What need we any spur, but our own cause,
For in the ingrafted love he bears to Cesar, To prick us to redress? what other bond,
Bru. Alas, good Cassius, do not think of Than secret Romans, that have spoke the If he love Cesar, all that he can do (him: word,
Is to himself; 'take thought, and die for And will not palter? And what other oath,
Cesar : Than honesty to honesty engag'd
And that were much he should; for he is given That this shall be, or we will fall for it?
To sports, to wildness, and much company,
Treb. There is no fear in him; let him not die ; + Walk in thy true form. 1 Hell Perhaps Shakspeare wrote faith.
+ Character. # Lot.
Let us not break the matter to him.