Sic. Friend, Art thou certain this is true? is it most certain? Mess. As certain as I know the sun is fire: Where have you lurk'd, that you make doubt of it? Ne'er through an arch so hurried the blown tide, As the recomforted through the gates. Why, hark you; [Trumpets and Hautboys sounded, and Drums beaten, all together. Shouting also within. Men. The trumpets, sackbuts, psalteries, and fifes, They are near the city? 1 Sen. Behold our patroness, the life of Rome: Call all your tribes together, praise the gods, And make triumphant fires: strew flowers before Unshout the noise that banish'd Marcius, [them: Repeal him with the welcome of his mother; Cry, Welcome, ladies, welcome!All. Welcome, ladies! Welcome! [A Flourish with Drums and Trumpets. [Exeunt. SCENE V.--Antium. A public Place. Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS, with Attendants. Auf. Go tell the lords of the city, I am here: Deliver them this paper: having read it, Bid them repair to the market-place; where I, Even in theirs and in the commons' ears, Will vouch the truth of it. Him I accuse, The city ports + by this hath enter'd, and Intends to appear before the people, hoping To purge himself with words: Despatch. [Exeunt Attend. Enter three or four_Conspirators of AUFIDIUS' Faction. Most welcome! Auf. I know it; And my pretext to strike at him admits He water'd his new plants with dews of flattery, ments him. At a few drops of women's rheum, which are As cheap as lies, he sold the blood and labour Of our great action; Therefore shall he die, And I'll renew me in his fall. But, hark! [Drums and Trumpets sound, with great shouts of the People. 1 Con. Your native town you enter'd like a post, And had no welcomes hore; but he returns, 3 Con. Therefore, at your vantage, Ere he express himself, or move the people With what he would say, let him feel your sword, Which we will second. When he lies along, After your way his tale pronounc'd shall bury His reasons with his body. Auf. Say no more; Here come the lords. Even so, Lords. 1 Lord. 1 Con. How is it with our general? Auf As with a man by his own alms empoison'd, And with his charity slain. 2 Con. Most noble sir, We have. And grieve to hear it. What faults he made before the last, I think Might have found easy fines: but there to end, Where he was to begin; and give away The benefit of our levies, answering us With our own charge; making a treaty, where There was a yielding; This admits no excuse. Auf. He approaches, you shall hear him. Enter CORIOLANUS, with Drums and Colours; a Crowd of Citizens with him. Cor. Hail, lords! I am returned your soldier; ¿ Tears. Rewarding us with our own expenses. No more infected with my country's love, Do more than counterpoise, a full third part, Than shame to the Romans: and we here deliver, Auf. Auf. Ay, traitor, Marcius. Marcius L Auf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius; Dost thou I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stol'n name You lords and heads of the state, perfidiously Cor. Flutter'd your Volces in Corioli: Auf. Why, noble lords, Con. Let him die for 't. [Several speak at once. Cit. [Speaking promiscuously.] Tear him to pieces, do it presently. He killed my son;-my daughter;-He killed my cousin Marcus;-He killed my father. 2 Lord. Peace, ho;-no outrage;-peace. Cor. Auf. Insolent villain! Con. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him. 3 Lord. Tread not upon him.-Masters all, be Put up your swords. [rage, Auf. My lords, when you shall know (as in this 1 Lord. Bear from hence his body, INTRODUCTION TO JULIUS CAESAR. "Or this tragedy (says Dr. Johnson), many particular passages deserve regard, and the contention and reconcilement of Brutus and Cassius is universally celebrated; but I never have been strongly agitated in perusing it, and think it somewhat cold and unaffecting, compared with some other of Shakespeare's plays; his adherence to the real story, and to Roman manners, seems to have impeded the natural vigour of his genius." Malone believed this piece to have been produced A.D. 1607. THE PLOT.-The scene opens in Rome, with Cæsar's return from the conquest of his enemies; he is welcomed with demonstrations of joy by the adoring multitude, but envied by some noble Romans, who view with indignation his overruling popularity. Of these Cassius is the first to unbosom his thoughts, which he does to Brutus and others. A party having been assembled, favourable to their cause, they appoint the morrow for putting their plans into execution, when Casar is expected to go to the Capitol, with intention to receive the imperial crown. On the night preceding, many prodigies appear, which seem to forbode some impending destruction, and which Calphurnia, Cæsar's wife, makes use of to divert him from his proposed visit to the Capitol. By the management of Decius, however (one of the conspirators), he determines upon going, and, on his way, is warned by a Soothsayer of his danger. The refusal of the remission of a sentence, which Cæsar had * Judicial. passed upon Publius Cimber, the brother of one | by swallowing fire. Learning that Antony and of the party, is the signal for his death. Casca, Octavius are advancing towards Philippi, it is leading the way, first stabs him, Brutus giving determined to meet them there. The battle of the last blow, and Cæsar falls at the foot of Pom- Philippi ensues (the night previous to which pey's statue. The senators and people retire in the ghost of Cæsar appears to Brutus in his confusion; but Brutus follows, and by a speech, tent). In the engagement, the wing of the in which he assures them that Caesar's ambition army commanded by Cassius is routed by Anand the good of the state required the step he tony, whilst Brutus defeats Octavius. Cassius, had taken, the populace are content; but An- ignorant of the success of his confederate, in tony (Cæsar's friend), obtaining leave to address despair kills himself. Brutus, then overborne, them, he so speaks as not to appear the enemy rather than fall into the hands of the Romans, of Brutus and his associates, but, at the same and having in vain entreated some of his coadtime, by reading Caesar's will, wherein they jutors to end his life, falls, at last, upon his own were made his inheritors, and enumerating his sword. Antony and Octavius, viewing him good qualities, he so ingratiates himself as to dead, confess his worth, and decree him an awaken in them an eager desire to revenge honourable burial. Cæsar's death. Brutus and Cassius, on hearing this, fly from Rome. The young Octavius, nephew of Julius Caesar, with Lepidus, arrive at Antony's house. These Triumvirs, having first, by proscription, put to death about a hundred Senators, prepare to meet Brutus and Cassius, who, having levied forces on their way, are encamped near Sardis. Here a quarrel happens between them, but they are quickly reconciled; here, too, news is brought to Brutus of the death of his wife, Portia, who had killed herself JULIUS CAESAR. OCTAVIUS CÆSAR, MARCUS ANTONIUS, MORAL.-Shakespeare has, in this tragedy, finely depicted the weaknesses which govern the passions of both rich and poor, learned and unlearned, and has shown us the instability of usurped power. In the fall of Cæsar, we are taught to limit our ambition, and not to create enemies by aiming at others' rights: and in that of Brutus and his party, how little we ought to rely on popular support, or suffer envy to mislead us: we cannot but lament Cæsar's end, yet we are forced to pity that of Brutus. Julius Cæsar. Persons Represented. Triumvirs after the M. EMILIUS LEPIDUS, death of Julius Cæsar. CICERO, PUBLIUS, POPILIUS LENA, Senators. MARCUS BRUtus, CASSIUS, CASCA, TREBONIUS, LIGARIUS, DECIUS BRUtus, METELLUS CIMBER, CINNA, FLAVIUS and MARULLUS, Tribunes. CINNA, a Poet. Another Poet. LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, Young CATO, and Conspirators against Julius PINDARUS, Servant to Cassius. Cæsar. CALPHURNIA, Wife to Cæsar Senators, Citizens, Guards, Attendants, &c. SCENE.-During a great part of the Play, at Rome; afterwards at Sardis; and near Philippi. Act First. SCENE 1.-Rome. A Street. Flav. HENCE; home, you idle creatures, get Is this a holiday? What! know you not, 2 Cit. Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but, as you would say, a cobbler. Mar. But what trade art thou? Answer me directly. 2 Cit. A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safe conscience; which is, indeed, sir, a mender of bad soles. [knave, what trade? Mar. What trade, thou knave; thou naughty 2 Cit. Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me: yet, if you be out, sir, I can mend you. Mar. What meanest thou by that? Mend me, thou saucy fellow? 2 Cit. Why, sir, cobble you. Flav. Thou art a cobbler, art thou? 2 Cit. Truly, sir, all that I live by is, with the awl: I meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor woman's matters, but with awl. I am, indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great danger, I re-cover them. As proper men as ever trod upon neats-leather, have gone upon my handy-work. Flav. But wherefore art not in thy shop today? Why dost thou lead these men about the streets? 2 Cit. Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myself into more work. But, indeed, sir, we make holiday, to see Cæsar, and to rejoice in his triumph. Mar. Wherefore rejoice? What conquest What tributaries follow him to Rome, You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless | I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music, things! O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, [Exeunt Citizens. You know, it is the feast of Lupercal. Flav. It is no matter; let no images Will make him fly an ordinary pitch; SCENE II.-A public Place. Enter, in Procession, with Music, CESAR; AN- Cæs. Calphurnia,— Cæs. Peace, ho! Cæsar speaks. Cal. Here, my lord. Cæs. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, Ant. Sooth. Cæsar. [Music. Cæs. Ha! who calls? [again. Casca. Bid every noise be still-Peace yet [Music ceases. Cæs. Who is it in the press, that calls on me? * Rank. +A ceremony observed at the feast of Lupercalia. + Crowd. Cry, Cæsar: Speak; Cæsar is turn'd to hear. Cæs. He is a dreamer; let us leave him;-pass. Cas. I pray you, do. Bru. I am not gamesome: I do lack some part Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late: Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviours: Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your Bru. No, Cassius: for the eye sees not itself, And it is very much lamented, Brutus, [hear: Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to Flourish of instruments. Cas. But wherefore do you hold me here so long? I was born free as Cæsar: so were you : [Tyber Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder Did lose his lustre: I did hear him groan: mans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, Write them together, yours is as fair a name; * Temperament, constitution. + Guess. Ruminate. A ferret has red eyes. Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed, Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods! Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jeaWhat 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 entreat you, I will with patience hear: and find a time Than to repute himself a son of Rome Cas. I am glad that my weak words [Brutus. Have struck but thus much show of fire from Re-enter CESAR, and his Train, Bru. The games are done, and Cæsar is returning. Cas. As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve; And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you What hath proceeded, worthy note, to-day. Bru. I will do so :-But, look you, Cassius, The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar'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 cross'd in conference by some senators. Cas. Casca will tell us what the matter is. Cæs. Antonius. Ant. Cæsar. Caes. Let me have men about me that are fat; Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights: Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much: such men are dangerous. Ant. Fear him not, Cæsar, he's not dangerous; He is a noble Roman, and well given. [not: Caes. 'Would he were fatter:-But I fear him 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 [plays, Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music : Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such 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 heart's ease, Whiles 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 Cæsar. Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf, And tell me truly what thou think'st of him. [Exeunt CES. and his Train. CASCA stays behind. Casca. You pull'd me by the cloak; Would you speak with me? [day, Bru. Ay, Casca; tell us what hath chanc'd toThat Cæsar looks so sad. |