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Cæs. Who is it in the press that calls on me?
Sooth. Beware the ides of March.
What man is that? Bru. A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of
March. Cos. Set him before me; let me see his face. 20 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. Coes. He is a dreamer; let us leave him : pass.
[Sennet. Exeunt all except Brutus and Cassius.
Bru. I am not gamesome: I do lack some part
I'll leave you.
Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late:
friend that loves you. 18. (ides, i. e. the fifteenth day.]
21. (Fellow. Rarely used in contemptuous sense, and probably not here.]
28. [gamesome=sportive.] 34. as I was, etc. = that I was, etc.
Bru. No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself
Cas. 'Tis just: And it is very much lamented, Brutus, That you have no such mirrors as will turn Your hidden worthiness into your eye, That you might see your shadow. I have heard, Where many of the best respect in Rome, Except immortal Cæsar, speaking of Brutus And groaning underneath this age's yoke, Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes. Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cas
sius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me?
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,
(Flourish, and shout. Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, the
people Choose Cæsar for their king. Cas.
Ay, do you fear it? 80 Then must I think you would not have it so.
Bru. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well. But wherefore do you hold me here so long? What is it that you would impart to me? If it be aught toward the general good, Set honour in one eye and death i' th' 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.
Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, 90 As well as I do know your outward favour.
71. jealous on me : a use of “on” for “of” hardly obsolete in New England. [Jealous = suspicious. See l. 162 below.]
88. [When we wish one Godspeed,” we wish that God favor him.)
91. [When we say that a boy favors his father, we mean that his face is like his father's ; and the favor given in the german has its meaning also in Shakespeare's time of a token of favor. The double meaning is cleverly shown in Love's Labour 's Lost, Act V., Sc. 2, 1. 30-33.]
Well, honour is the subject of my story.
95. (Words are so alive to Shakespeare that he is forever playing with them on very slight pretexts. Lief and live are pronounced alike.]
109. controversy : loosely used for contention, resistance.
110. arrive the point : a use of “arrive" without "at” frequently found in our old writers.
And when the fit was on him, I did mark
120 How he did shake : 't is 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 bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas, it cried “ Give me some drink, Titinius," As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world
130 And bear the palm alone.
[Shout. Flourish Bru. Another general shout! I do believe that these applauses are For some new honours that are heap'd on Cæsar.
Cas. 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 ourselves dishonourable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates : The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
140 But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus and Cæsar: what should be in that “ Cæsar"? Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, yours is as fair a name ; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, “ Brutus " will start a spirit as soon as
6 Cæsar.” Now, in the names of all the gods at once, Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed, That he is grown so great ? Age, thou art sham'd! 150 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 ?