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Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault,
Mar. May we do so ?
Flav. It is no matter ; let no images
Enter in Procession, with Musick, CÆSAR; ANTONY,
Peace, ho ! Cæsar speaks.
See, whe'r-] whether.
deck'd with ceremonies.] Ceremonies are honorary ornaments; tokens of respect.
3 This person was not Decius, but Decimus Brutus. The poet (as Voltaire has done since) confounds the characters of Marcus
Calphurnia, Cal. Here, my lord.
Cæs. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, When he doth run his course. - Antonius.
Ant. Cæsar, my lord.
Cæs. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius,
I shall remember :
Cæs. Set on; and leave no ceremony out. [Musick.
[Musick ceases. Cæs. Who is it in the
that calls on me?
Sooth. Beware the ides of March.
What man is that? Bru. A soothsayer, bids you beware the ides of
March. Cæs. Set him before me, let me see his face. Cas. Fellow, come from the throng: Look upon
Cæsar. Cæs. What say'st thou to me now? Speak once again. Sooth. Beware the ides of March. Cæs. He is a dreamer ; let us leave him ;—pass.
[Sennet. Exeunt all brut BRU. and Cas.
and Decimus. Decimus Brutus was the most cherished by Cæsar of all his friends, while Marcus kept aloof, and declined so large a share of his favours and honours, as the other had constantly accepted.
* Sennet.] I have been informed that sennet is derived from senneste, an antiquated French tune formerly used in the army; but the dictionaries which I have consulted exhibit no such word. It may be a corruption from sonata, Ital. STEEVENS.
Cas. Will you go see the order of the course ?
Brų. I am not gamesome; I do lack some part
I'll leave you.
Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late :
Bru. No, Cassius : for the eye sees not itself,
strange a hand-] Strange, is alien, unfamiliar, such as might become a stranger.
passions of some difference,] With a fluctuation of discordant opinions and desires.
- your passion ;] i.e. the nature of the feelings from which are now suffering.
Cas. 'Tis just;
Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,
Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar’d to hear : And, since you know you cannot see yourself So well as by reflection, I, your glass, Will modestly discover to yourself That of yourself which you yet 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 protester ; if
[Flourish, and shout.
fear it? Then must I think you would not have it so.
Bru. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well :
8 To slale with ordinary oaths my love, &c.] To invite every new protester to my affection by the stale or allurement of customary oaths.
Set honour in one eye, and death i'the other,
Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,
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 myself. I was born free as Cæsar ; so were you : We both have fed as well; and we can both Endure the winter's cold, as well as he. For once, upon a raw and gusty day, The troubled Tyber chafing with her shores, Cæsar said to me, Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point ? — Upon the word, Accouter'd as I was, I plunged in, And bade him follow : so, indeed, he did. The torrent roar'd: and we did buffet it With lusty sinews; throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy. But ere we could arrive the point propos’d, Cæsar cry'd, Help me, Cassius, or I sink. I, as Æneas, our great ancestor, Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tyber Did I the tired Cæsar: And this man Is now become a god; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body, If Cæsar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever 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,