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Auf. My lords, when you shall know (as in 1 2 Lord. His own impatience this rage,

Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame. Provok'd by him, you cannot,) the great dan- | Let's make the best of it.

Auf. My rage is gone, Which this man's life did owe you, you'll re And I am struck with sorrow.-Take him up: joice

Help, three o'the chiefest soldiers; l'll be one, That he is thus cut off. Please it your honours Beat thou the drum, that it speak mournfully: lo call me to your senate, I'll deliver

Trail your steel pikes. Though in this city he Myself your loyal servans, or endure

Hath widow'd and unchilded many a one, four beaviest censure.

Which to this hour bewail the injury, 1 Lord. Bear from hence his body,

Yet he shall have a noble memory. Ind mourn you for him: let him be regarded Assist. [Exeunt, bearing the body of CORIOLA" Is the most noble corse, that ever herald

NUS. A dead March sounded, Did follow to his won.

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Cinna, a Poet,-Another Poet. OCTAVIUS Cesar, Triumvirs, after the LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, Young Cato, MARCUS ANTONIUS, Death of Julius and VOLUMNIUS, Friends to Brutus and M. EMIL. LEPIDUS, Cesar.

Cassius. Cicero, Publius, Popilius LENA, Senators. | VARRO, CLITUS, CLAUDIUS, STRATO, Lucius, MARCUS BRUTUS,

DARDANIUS, Servants to Brutus.

PINDARUS, Servant to Cassius.

1 Conspirators against CALPHURNIA, Wife to Cesar. LIGARIUS,

Julius Cesar, Portia, Wife to Brutus.
Decius BRUTUS,

Senators, Citizens, Guards, Attendants, &c. FLAVIUS and Marullus, Tribunes.

SCENE, during a great part of the Play, at ARTEMIDORUS, a Sophist of Cnidos.

Rome; afterwards at Sardis; and near Phi. A SOOTHSAYER.




they are in great danger, I recover them. As

proper men as ever trod upon neats-leather, SCENE I.Rome.-A Street. have gone upon my handy-work. Enter Flavius, MARULLUs, and a Rabble of

Flav But wherefore art not in thy shop today?

(streets! CITIZENS.

Why dost thou lead these men about the Flar. Hence; home, you idle creatures, get 2 Cit. Truly, Sir, to wcar out their shoes, to you home;

get myself into more work. But, indeed, Sir, Is this a holiday? What! know you not, we make holiday to see Cesar, and to rejoice Being mechanical, you ought not walk, in his triumph." Upon a labouring day, without the sign

Mar. Wherefore rejoice? What conquest of your profession ?-Speak, what trade art brings he home? thou?

What tributaries follow him to Rome, 1 Cit. Why, Sir, a carpenter.

To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels ? Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy You blocks, you stones, you worse than sense. rule?

less things! What dost thou with thy best apparel on ?- 10, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, You, Sir; what trade are you?

Knew you not Pompey ? Many a time and oft 2 Cit. Truly, Sir, in respect of a fine work Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, man, I am but, as you would say, a cobbler. To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Mar. But what trade art thou? Answer me Your infants in your arms, and there have sat directly,

The live-long day, with patient expectation, 2 Cit. A trade, Sir, that, I hope, I may use to see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome with a safe conscience; which is, indeed, Sir, And when you saw his chariot but appear, a mender of bad soals.

Have you not made a universal shout, Mar. What trade, thou knave; thou naughty That Tyber trembled underneath her banks, knave, what trade?

To hear the replication of your sounds, 2 Cil. Nay, I beseech you, Sir, be not ontMade in her concave shores? with me: yet, if you be out, Sir, I can mend And do you now put on your best attire ? you.

And do you now cull out a holiday? Mar. What meanest thou by that? Mend And do you now strew flowers in his way, me, thou saucy fellow?

That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood ? 2 Cit. Why, Sir, cobble you.

Be gone; Flav. Thou art a cobbler, art tnou?

Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, 2 Cit. Truly, Sir, all that I live by is, with Pray to the gods to intermit the plague the awl: I meddle with no tradesman's mat- That needs must light on this ingratitude, ters, nor women's matters, but with ev! ! Flar. Go, go, good country men, and, for this am, indeed, Sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when

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Assemble all tbe poor men of your sort;* | Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires;
Draw them to Tyber banks, and weep your I'll leave you
Into the channel, till the lowest stream* (tears. Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late :
Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.

I have not from your eyes that gentleness,

[Exeunt CITIZENS. And show of love, as I was wont to have : See, whe'rt their basest metal be not mov'd; You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness. Over your friend that loves you. Go you down that way towards the Capitol; . Bru. Cassius, This way will I: Disrobe the images,

Be not deceiv'd: if I have veil'd my look, If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies.. I turn the trouble of my countenance Mar. May we do so?

Merely upon myself. Vexed I am, You know, it is the feast of Lupercal.

Of late, with passions of some difference, Flav. It is no matter; let no images

Conceptions only proper to myself, Be hung with Cesar's trophies. I'll about, Which give some soil, perhaps, to my beha And drive away the vulgar from the streets :

viours :

[griev'd; So do you too, where you perceive them thick. But let not therefore my good friends bé These growing feathers pluck'd from Cesar's (Among which number, Cassius, be you one ;) wing,

Nor construe any further my neglect, Will make him fly an ordinary pitcb; | Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, Who else would soar above the view of men, Forgets the shows of love to other men. And keep us all in servile fearfulness.

Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook [Exeunt.

your passion, *

By means whereof, this breast of mine hath SCENE 11.-The same.- A public Place.


Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. Enter, in Procession, with Music, CESAR; An | Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?

TONY, for the course ; CALPHURNIA, PORTIA, Bru. No, Cassius : for the eye sees not itself,
DECIUS, CICERO, BRUTUS, Cassius, and But by reflection, by some other things.
CASCA, u great Crowd following, among them Cas. 'Tis just:

And it is very much lamented, Brutus,

That you have no such mirrors, as will turn Ces. Calphurnia, Casca. Peace, hó! Cesar speaks.

Your hidden worthiness into your eye,

That you might see your shadow. I nave heard,

[Music ceases. Ces. Calphurnia,

Where many of the best respect in Rome,

(Except immortal Cesar,) speaking of Brutus, Cal. Here, my lord.

And groaning underneath this age's yoke, Ces. Stand you directly in Antonius' way,

Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes. When he doth run his course. —Antonius.

Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, Ant. Cesar, my lord.

Cassius, Ces. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius,

That you would have me seek into myself To touch Calphurnia : for our elders say,

For that which is not in me?
The barren, touched in this holy chase,
Shake off their steril curse.

Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to

hear : Ant. I shall remember:

And, since you know you cannot see yourself When Cesar says, Do this, it is perform’d.

So well as by reflection, I, your glass,
Ces. Set on; and leave no ceremony out.

Will modestly discover to yourself

That of yourself which you yet know not of.
Sooth. Cesar.
Ces. Ha! who calls?

And be not jealous of me, gentle Brutus :

I Were I a common laugher, or did use Casca. Bid every noise be still : Peace yet To stalet with ordinary oaths my love again.

[Music ceuses.

To every new protester; if you know Ces. Who is it in the press,ll that calls on

That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard, me ?

| And after scandal them; or if you know I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music,

That I profess myself in banqueting Cry, Cesar: Speak; Cesar is turn'd to hear.

To all the rout, then hold me dangerous. Sooth. Beware the ides of March

[Flourish and shout. Ces. What man is that!

Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, Bru. A soothsayer, bids you beware the ides

the people of March.

Choose Cesar for their king. Ces. Set him before me, let me see his face.

Cas. Ay, do you fear it? Cas. Fellow, come from the throng: Look Then must I think you would not have it so. upon Cesar.

Bru. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him Ces. What say'st thou to me now? Speak

well: once again. South. Beware the ides of March.

But wherefore do you hold me here so long? Ces. He is a dreamer: let us leave him ;- lifit be aught toward the general good,

What is it that you would impart to me?
[Sennet. Exeunt all out Bru. and Cas.

Set honour in one eye, and death i'the other,

And I will look on both indifferently: Cas. Will you go see the order of the course?

For, let the gods so speed me, as I love Bru. Not f.

The name of honour more thaa I fear death. Cas. I pray you, do.

Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus. Bru. I am not gamesome: I do lack some

some As well as I do know your outward favour. Of that quick spirit that is in Antony. (part

Well, honour is the subject of my story.* Rank. + Whether.

I cannot tell, what you and other men 2 Honorary ornaments ; tokens of respect.

| Think of this life; but, for my single self,
A ceremony observed at the feast of Lupercalia.
Flourish of instruments.
The nature of your feelings.


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,


(aim;* The troubled Tyber chafing with her shores, What you would work me to, I have some Cesar said to me, Dar'st thou, Cassius, now How I have thought of this, and of these Leap in with me into this angry flood,

times, And swim 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 yon, And bade hijn 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 I sink. Till then, my noble friend, chewt upon this; I, as Æncas, our great ancestor,

Brutus hád 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

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,

If Cesar carelessly but nod on him.
He had a fever when he was in Spain,

Re-enter CESAR, and his Train.
And, when the fit was on him, I did mark Bru. The games are done, and Cesar is re-
How he did shake: 'tis true, this god did

turning shake:

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 hear 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, mans

[books, | And all the rest look like a chidden train : Mark him, and write his speeches in their Calphurnia's cheek is pale; and Cicero Alas! it cried, Gire me some drink, Titinius, Looks with such ferrets and such fiery eyes, As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth ainaze me, As we have seen him 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 what 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'dop 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 danger. To find ourselves dishonourable graves. He is a noble Roman, and well given. [ons; Men at some time are masters of their fates : Ces. 'Would he were fatter :But I fear The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,

him not:
But in ourselves, that we are underlings. | Yet if my name were liable to fear,
Brutus, and Cesar: What should be in that I do not know the man I should avoid

So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads Why should that name be sounded more than He is a great observer, and he looks (much; yours?

Quite through 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. You 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, Brü. Ay, Casca; tell us what hath chanc'd When there is in it but one only man.

to-day, O! you and I have heard our fathers say,

1 * Lucius Junius Brutus. + Guess. Ruminats • Windy. + Temperament, constitution.

A ferret has red eyes.

That Cesar looks so sad.

Casca. Ay.. rasca. Why you were with him, were you Cas. Did Cicero say any thing? not?

Casca. Ay, he spoke Greek. Bru. I should not then ask Casca what bath Cas. To what effect ? chanc'd.

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 hiin, smiled at one another, and shook back of his hand, thus; and then ihe people their beads; but, for mine own part, it was lell a' shouting.

Greek to me. I could tell you more news too: Bru. What was the second noise for? Marullus and Flavius, for pulling scarts oft Casca. Why, for that too.

Cesar's images, are put to silence. Fare you Cus. 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.

Cus. Will you sup with me to-night, Casca? Bru. Was the crown offer'd him thrice? I Casca. No, I am promised forth. Casca. Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by 1 Cas. Will you dine with me to-morrow? hrice, every time gentler than other; and Casca. Ay, if I be alive, and your mind hold, ut 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. Curca. Why, Antony.

(Exit 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? banner of it: it was inere foolery. I did not He was quick mettle, when he went to school. bark it. I saw Mark Antony offer him a Cas. So is he now, in execution Town ;-yet 'twas not a crown neither, 'twas Of any bold or noble enterprise, ne 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, le would fain have had it. Then he offered it | Which gives men stomach to digest his words o himn again; then he put it by again : but, to

ut it by again : but, to | With better appetite. by thinking, he was very loath to lay his fin- Bru. And so it is. For this time I will leave fers off it. And then he offered it ihe third

you : ime; he put it the third time by: and still as To-morrow if you please to speak with me, le refused it, the rabblement hooted, and clap I will come home to you; or, if you will, led their chopped hands, and threw up their. Come home with me, and I will wait for you. weaty night-caps, and uttered such a deal of Cas. I will do so :-till then, think of the tinking breath because Cesar refused the


(Exit BRUTUS. Town, that it had almost choked Cesar; for Well, Brutus, thou art noble; yet, I see, le swooned, and fell down at it: And for mine Thy hovourable metal may be wrought wa part I durst not laugh, for fear of opening From that it is disposa :' in

From that it is dispos'd :* Therefore 'tis meet by 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;t but he loves BruCasca. He fell down in the market-place,

tus: nd 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, ness.

In several hands, in at the windows throw, Cas. No, Cesar hath it not; but you, and I, I As if they came from several citizens, And honest Casca. we have the falling-sick| Writings all tending to the great opinion ness.

That Rome holds of his name; wherein obCasca. I know nor what you mean by that;

scurely jut, I am sure, Cesar fell down. If the tag Cesar's ambition shall be glanced at: ag people did not clap him, and hiss him, ac And, after this, let Cesar seat bim sure; ording as he pleased, and displeased them,

For we will shake him, or worse days endure. s they use to do the players in the theatre, I m no true* man. Bru. What said be, when he came unto him

SCENE III.-The same.-A Street. elf?

Thunder and Lightning. Enter, from opposite Casca. Marry, before he fell down, when he

sides, Casca, with his sword drawn, and erceiv'd the common herd was glad he refused

Cicero. he crown, he plucked me ope his doublet, and ffered thein his throat to cut.-dn I had been Cic. Good even, Casca : Brought you Cesar man of any occupation,t if I would not have

bome ? aken him at a word, I would I might go to Why are yon breathless ? and why stare you so? ell among the rogues :-and so he fell. When Casca. Are you not mov'd, when all the sway le came to himself again, he said, If he had

of earth lone, or said, any thing amiss, he desired their Shakes, like a thing unfirm? 0 Cicero, Forships to think it was his infirmity. Three I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds r four wenches, where I stood, cried, Alas, Have riv'd the knotty oaks; and I have seen food soul !--and forgave him with all their The ambitious ocean swell, and rage, and foun, tarts: But there's no heed to be taken of To be exalted with the threat'ning clouds: hem; it Cesar had stabbed their mothers, But never till to-night, never till now, hey 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; away?

* Disposed to, + Has an unfavourable opinion of ne. Honest + A mechanic.

1 Cajole.

Did you attend Cemer home!


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