Of that quick spirit that is in Antony. you. CAS. Brutus, I do observe you now of late: BRU. Caffius, Be not deceiv'd: If I have veil'd my look, Of late, with paffions of fome difference, Which give fome foil, perhaps, to my behaviours: Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, CAS. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your paffion; By means whereof, this breaft of mine hath buried Tell me, good Brutus, can you fee your face? CAS. 'Tis just : And it is very much lamented, Brutus, That you have no fuch mirrors, as will turn Your hidden worthiness into your eye, That Where you might fee your fhadow. I have heard, many of the best respect in Rome, (Except immortal Cæfar,) 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, Caffius, That you would have me feek into myself For that which is not in me? CAS. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to hear : That of yourself which you yet know not of. To all the rout, then hold me dangerous. [Flourish, and fbout. BRU. What means this fhouting? I do fear the people Choose Cæfar for their king. CAS. Ay, do you fear it? Then must I think you would not have it so. BRU. I would not, Caffius; yet I love him well :- If it be aught toward the general good, The name of honour more than I fear death. Well, honour is the fubject of my story.- In awe of fuch a thing as I myself. I was born free as Cæfar; fo were you : And bade him follow: fo, indeed, he did. I, as Æneas, our great ancestor, Did from the flames of Troy upon his fhoulder The old Anchifes bear, fo, from the waves of Tiber Did I the tired Cæfar: And this man Is now become a god; and Caffius is A wretched creature, and muft bend his body, 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: And that fame eye, whose bend doth awe the world, Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans So get the start of the majestick world, BRU. Another general shout! I do believe, that these applaufes are [Shout. Flourish. For fome new honours that are heap'd on Cæfar. Walk under his huge legs, and peep about Brutus, and Cæfar: What should be in that Cæfar? [Shout. That he is grown fo great? Age, thou art fham'd : Rome, thou haft loft the breed of noble bloods! When went there by an age, fince the great flood, But it was fam'd with more than with one man? When could they fay, till now, that talk'd of Rome, That her wide walks encompass'd but one man? Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough, When there is in it but one only man. 0! you and I have heard our fathers fay, There was a Brutus once, that would have brook'd The eternal devil to keep his ftate in Rome, As eafily as a king. BRU. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous ; I will with patience hear: and find a time Than to repute himself a son of Rome Under thefe hard conditions as this time Is like to lay upon us." CAS. I am glad, that my weak words Hath ftruck but thus much fhow of fire from Brutus. Re-enter CESAR, and his Train. BRU. The games are done, and Cæfar is returning. CAS. As they pafs by, pluck Casca by the fleeve; And he will, after his four fashion, tell you What hath proceeded, worthy note, to-day. BRU. I will do fo :-But, look you, Caffius, The angry spot doth glow on Cæfar's brow, And all the reft look like a chidden train : Calphurnia's cheek is pale; and Cicero Looks with fuch ferret and fuch fiery eyes, As we have seen him in the Capitol, Being cross'd in conference by fome fenators. CAS. Cafca will tell us what the matter is. |