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Bru. A Sooth-layer bids you beware the Ides of March.
Caf. Set him before me, let me see his Face.
Caf. Fellow, come from the Throng, look upon Cafar.
Céf. What say'st thou to me now? Speak once again.
Sooth. Beware the Ides of March.
Caf. He is a Dreamer, let us leave him ; Pass.
[Excunt. Manent Brutus and Caffius.
Caf. Will you go see the order of the Course?
Bru. Nor I.
Caf. I pray you do.
Bru. I am not Gamesom; I do lack some part
Of that quick Spirit that is in Antony:
Let me not hinder, Cafsins, your Desires;
I'll leave you.
Caf. Brutus, I do observe you now of late ;
I have not from your Eyes that Gentleness
And shew of Love, as I was wont to have;
You bear too stubborn, and too strange a Hand
Over your Friends, that love you.
Be not deceiv'd : if I have veil'd my look,
I turn the Trouble of my Countenance
Meerly upon my self. Vexed I am
Of late, with Pallions of fome Difference,
Conceptions only proper to my felf,
Which give fome Soil, perhaps, to my Behaviour :
But let not therefore my good friends be griev'd,
Among which Number Caffius be you one,
Nor construe any further my Negle&,
Than that poor Brutus, with himself at War,
Forgets the shews of Love to other Men.
Caf. Then Brutus, I have much mistook your Passion,
By Means whereof, this Breaft 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 pot it felf,
But by Refle&ion, by some other things.
Caf. 'Tis juft,
And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
That you have no such mirrors, as wilt turn
Your hidden worthiness into your Eye,
That you might see your Shadow. I have heard
Where many of the best Respea in Rome,
Except immortal:Cafar, speaking of Brutus,
And groaning underneath this Age's Yoak,
Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his Eyes.
Bru. Into what Dangers would you lead me, Cafius?
That you would have me seek into my self,
For that which is not in me?
Caf. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepard to hear ;
And since you know you cannot see your self
So well as by Refle&ion ; I, your Glass,
Will modestly discover to your felf
That of your self, which yet you know not of,
And be not jealous of me, gentle Brutus;
Were I a common Laugher, or did use
To stale with ordinary Oaths my Love
To every new Proteftor; if you know
That I do fawn on Men, and hug them hard,
And after scandal them; or if
That I profess my self in Banqueting
To all the Rout, then hold me dangerous.
[Flourish and Shout, Bru. What means this Shouting ? I do fear, the People Chuse Cefar for their King.
Caf. Ay, do you fear it?
Then must I think you would not have it fo.
Bru. I would not, Caffins; yet I love him well:
But wherefore do you hold me here so long?
What is it, thať you would impart to me?
If it be ought toward the general Good,
Set Honour in one Eye, and Death i'ch other,
And I will look on both indifferently:
For let the Gods so speed me, as I love
The name of Honour, more than I fear Death.
Caf. I know that Virtue to be in you, Brutus,
As well as I do know your outward Favour;
Well, Honour is the subject of my Story:
I cannot tell, what you and other Men
Think of this Life; but for my single self,
I had as lief not be, as live to be :)
In awe of such a Thing as I my
I was born free as Cæfar, so were you, bo
We both have fed as well, and we can Goth
Endure the Winters cold, as well as he.
For once, upon a raw and gusty Day,
The troubled Tyber chafing with his Shores,
Cæfar says to me, Dar'st chou Callins now
Leap in with me into this angry Flood,
And swim to yonder Point? Upon the word,
Accoutred as I was, I plunged in,
And bad him follow ; fo indeed he did.
The Torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it,
With lusty Sinews, throwing it aside,
And stemming it with Hearts of Controversie.
But e'er we could arrive the Point, propos'd,
Cæfar cry'd, Help me Cassius, or I link.
I, as Æneas, our great Ancestor,
Did from the Flames of Troy, upon his Shoulder
The old Anchises bear, fo, from the Waves of Tyber
Did I the tired Cæfar: And this Man
Is now become a God, and Casius is
A wretched Creature, and must bend his Body,
If Çafar carelesly but nod on him.
He had a Feaver when he was in Spain,
And when the Fit was on him, I did mark
How he did shake: 'Tis true, this God did shake,
His coward Lips did from their Colour fly,
And that same Eye, whose bend doth awe the World,
Did lose his Lustre; I did hear him groan:
Ay, and that Tongue of his that bad the Romans
Mark him, and write his Speeches in their Books,
Alas! it cryed Give me some drink, Titinius
As a Gick Girl. Ye Gods, it doth amaze me,
A Man of such a feeble Temper should
So get the Start of the majestick World,
And bear the Palm alone.
Bru. Another general Shout ?
I do believe, that these Applauses are
For some new Honours that are heap'd on Cæfar.
Cof. Why Man, he doth bestride the narrow World
Like a Colossus, and we petty Men
Walk under his huge Legs, and peep about
To find our felves dishonourable Graves.
Men at fome times are Masters of their Fates :
The Fault, dear Brutus, is not in our Stars,
But in our selves, that we are Underlings.
Brutus and Cæfar. What should be in that Cafar?
Why should that came be founded more than yours?
Write them together; yours is as fair a Name;
Sound them, it doch become the Mouth as well,
Weigh them, it is as heavy; Conjure with 'em,
Brutus will start a Spirit as foon as Cefar.
Now in the Names of all the Gods at once,
Upon what Meat doth this our Cæfar feed,
That he is grown so great ? Age, thou art thamid;
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble Bloods.
When went there by an Age, since the great Flood,
But it was fam'd with more than with one Man
When could they say, 'till now, that talk'd of Rome,
That her wide Walks incompaft but one Man ?
Now is it Rome indeed, and Room enough
When there is in it but one only Man.
O! you and I have heard our Fathers fay,
There was a Brutus once, that would have brook'd
Th' eternal Devil to keep his State in Rome,
As easily as a King.
Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous
What you would work me to, I have some aim;
How I have thought of this, and of these times
I shall recount hereafter: For this present,
I would not so (with Love I might intreat you)
Be any further movid. What you have said,
I will consider; what you have to say
I will with Patience hear, and find a time
Both meet to hear, and apfwer such high Thing
'Till then, my noble Friend, chew upon this;
Brutus had rather be a Villager,
Than to repute himself a Son of Rome
Under such hard Conditions, as this Time
Is like to lay upon us.
Caf. I am glad that my weak Words
Have struck but thus much shew of Fire from Brutus
Enter Cæsar and his Train.
Bru. The Games are done, and Cæfar is returning
Caf. As they pass by, pluck Caska by the Sleeve,
And he will, after his sowre Fashion, tell you
What hath proceeded worthy Note to day.
Bru, I will do so: But look you, Cassius,
The angry spot doth blow on Cafar's Brow,
And all the rest look like a chidden Train ;
Calphurnia's Cheek is pale, and Cicero
Looks with such Ferret, and such fiery Eyes
As we have seen him in the Capitol,
Being crost in Conference with some Senators.
Caf. Caska will tell us what the Matter is.
Caf. Let me have Men about me that are Fat,
Sleek-headed Men, and such as sleep a-Nights":
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry Look,
He thinks too much; such Men are dangerous.
Ant. Fear him not, Cesar, he's not dangerous,
He is a noble Roman, and well given.
Cef. Would he were fatter; but I fear him not:
Yet if my Name were liable to fear,
I do not know the Man I should avoid,
So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much,
He is a great Observer, and he looks
Quite through the Deeds of Men. He loves no Plays,
As theu doft, Antony; he hears no Mufick :
Seldom he smiles, and smiles in fuch a sort
As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his Spirit
That could be mov'd to smile at any thing.
Such Men as he, be never at Hearts ease,
Whilst 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 Cefar.