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2 Lord.

His own impatience The tragedy of Coriolanus is one of the most Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame. amusing of our author's performances. The old Let's make the best of it.

man's merriment in Menenius ; the lofty lady's digAuf

My rage is gone, nity in Volumnia ; the bridal modesty in Virgilia ; And I am struck with sorrow.-Take him up: the patrician and military haughtiness in Coriola Help, three of the chiefest soldiers; I'll be one.- | nus; the plebeian malignity and tribunitian insoBeat thou the drum, that it speak mournfully: lence in Brutus and Sicinius, make a very pleasing Trail your steel pikes. Though in this city he and interesting variety; and the various revolutions Hath widow'd and unchilded many a one, of the hero's fortune, fill the mind with anxious Which to this hour bewail the injury,

curiosity. There is, perhaps, too much bustle is Yet he shall have a noble memory.

the first act, and too little in the last. Assist. [Exeunt, bearing the body of Coriolanus.

JOHNSON, A dead march sounded.


Julius Cæsar.

A Soothsayer.
Octavius Cæsar,
Marcus Antonius,
triumvirs, after the death

Cinna, a poet. Another Poet.
M. Æmil. Lepidus,
of Julius Cæsar.

Lucilius, Titinius, Messala, young Cato, and Vo

lumnius; friends to Brutus and Cassius. Cicero, Publius, Popilius Lena; senators. Varro, Clitus, Claudius, Strato, Lucius, Dardanius; Marcus Brutus,

servants to Brutus. Cassius,

Pindarus, servant to Cassius.
Trebonius, conspirators against Julius Calphurnia, wife to Cæsar.


Portia, wife to Brutus.
Decius Brutus,
Metellus Cimber,

Senators, Citizens, Guards, Attendants, fc.
Flavius and Marullus, tribunes.

Scene, during a great part of the play, at Rome : Artemidorus, a sophist of Cnidos.

afterwards at Sardis; and near Philippi.



2 Cit. Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get

myself into more work. But, indeed, sii, we make SCENE 1.-Rome. A street. Enter Flavius,|| holiday, to see Cæsar, and to rejoice in his Marullus, and a rabble of Citizens. triumph.

Mar. Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings Flavius.

he home?

What tributaries follow him to Rome, HENCE; home, you idle creatures, get you To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels ?

You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless Is this a holiday? What! know you not,

things ! Being mechanical, you ought not walk,

O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Upon a labouring day, without the sign

Knew you not Pompey ? Many a time and oft of your profession ?-Speak, what trade art thou? Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, i Cit. Why, sir, a carpenter.

To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule? | Your infants in your arms, and there have sat What dost thou with thy best apparel on ?- The live-long day, with patient expectation, You, sir ; what trade are you?

To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome : 2 Cit. Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman,|| And when you saw his chariot but appear, I am but, as you would say, a cobbler.

Have you not made an universal shout, Mar. But what trade art thou? Answer me di-|| That Tyber trembled underneath her banks, rectly.

To hear the replication of your sounds, 2 Cit. A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with || Made in her concave shores? a safe conscience; which is, indeed, sir, a mender And do you now put on your best attire? of bad soals.

And do you now cull out a holiday? Mar. What trade, thou knave? thou naughty || And do you now strew flowers in his way, knave, what trade?

That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood ? 2 Cit. Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with Be gone; me: yet, if you be out, I can mend you.

Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Mar. What meanest thou by that? Mend me, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague thou saucy fellow?

That needs must light on this ingratitude. 2 Cit. Why, sir, cobble you.

Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this Flav. Thou art a cobbler, art thou?

fault, 2 Cit. Truly, sir, all that I live by is, with the Assemble all the poor men of your sort ;' awl: I meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor Draw them to Tyber banks, and weep your tears women's matters, but with awl. I am, indeed, sir,|| Into the channel, till the lowest stream a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great Do kiss the most exalted shores of all. (Exe. Cit. danger, I re-cover them. As proper men as ever See, whe'r2 their basest metal be not mov'd; trod upon neat's-leather, have gone upon my handy-|| They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness. work.


down that way towards the Capitol ; Flav. But wherefore art not in thy shop to-day? | This way will I: Disrobe the images, Why dost thou lead these men about the streets do find them deck'd with ceremonies.3 (1) Rank. (2) Whether.

(3) Honorary ornaments; tokens of respect.

If you

Mar. May we do so?

But let not therefore my good friends be griev'd; You know, it is the feast of Lupercal.

(Among which number: Cassius, be you one ;) Flav. It is no matter; let no images

Nor construe any further my neglect, Be bung with Cæsar's trophies. I'll about, Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, And drive away the vulgar from the streets : Forgets the shows of love to other men. So do you too, where you perceive them thick. Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your These growing feathers pluck'd from Cæsar's wing,

passion, Will make him fly an ordinary pitch;

By means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried Who else would soar above the view of men, Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. And keep us all in servile fearfulness. [Ereunt Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?

Bru. No, Cassius : for the eye sees not itself, SCENE II.---The same. A public place. Enter,|| But by reflection, by some other things.

in procession, with music, Cæsar; Antony, for Cas. 'Tis just :
the course : Calphurnia, Portia, Decius, Cicero. And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
Brutus, Cassius, and Casca, a great crowd fol. That you have no such mirrors, as will turn
lowing, among them a Soothsayer.

Your hidden worthiness into your eye,
Cæs Calphurnia, -

That you might see your shadow. I have heard, Casca.

Peace, ho! Cæsar speaks | Where many of the best respect in Rome,

(Music ceases. || (Except immortal Cæsar,) speaking of Brutus, Cæs.

Calphurnia,- ||And groaning underneath this age's yoke, Cal. Here, my lord.

Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes. Cæs. Stand you directly in Antonius? way,

Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, When he doth run his course. I-- Antonius.

Cassius, Ant. Cæsar, my lord.


you would have me seek into myself Cæs. Forget not, in your eed, Antonius, For that which is not in me? To touch Calphurnia : for our elders say,

Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepard to hear' The barren, touched in this holy chase,

And, since you know you cannot see yourself Shake off their steril curse.

So well as by reflection, I, your glass, Ant.

I shall remember: Will modestly discover to yourself When Cæsar


Do this, it is perform’d. That of yourself which you yet know not of. Cæs. Set on; and leave no ceremony out. And be not jealous of me, gentle Brutus :

(Music. Were I a common laugher, or did use Sooth. Cæsar.

To stale5 with ordinary oaths my

love Cæs. Ha! who calls ?

To every new protester; if you know
Casca. Bid every poise be still:-Peace yetagain. That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard,

(Music ceases. And after scandal them; or if you know
Cæs. Who is it in the press,2 that calls on me? That I profess myself in banqueting
I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music, To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.
Cry, Cæsar : Speak; Cæsar is turn'd to hear.

(Flourish and shout. Sooth. Beware the ides of March.

Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, the Cæs. What man is that?

people Bru. A soothsayer, bids you beware the ides of Choose Cæsar for their king. March.



fear it? Cæs. Set him before me, let me see his face. Then must I think you would not have it so. Cas. Fellow, come from the throng: Look upon Bru. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well:Cæsar.

But wherefore do you hold me here so long? Cæs. What say'st thou to me now? Speak once | What is it that you would impart to me? again,

If it be aught toward the general good, Sooth. Beware the ides of March.

Set honour in one eye, and death i'the other, Cæs. He is a dreamer; let us leave him ;-pass. And I will look on both indifferently :

(Sennet. Exeunt all but Bru. and Cas. For, let the gods so speed me, as I love Cas. Will you go see the order of the course? The name of honour more than I fear death. Bru. Not I.

Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, Cas. I pray you, do.

As well as I do know your outward favour.
Bru. I am not gamesome : I do lack some part Well, honour is the subject of my story.-
Of that quick spirit that is in Antony.

I cannot tell, what you and other men
Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires ; Think of this life; but, for my single self,
I'll leave you.

I had as lief not be, as live to be
Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late : In awe of such a thing as I myself.
I have not from your eyes that gentleness,

I was born free as Cæsar; so were you : And show of love, as I was wont to have :

We both have fed as well; and we can both You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand

Endure the winter's cold, as well as he. Over your friend that loves you.

For once, upon a raw and gusty6 day, Bru.

Cassius, The troubled Tyber chafing with her shores, Be not deceiv'd: if I have veil'd my look, Cæsar said to me, Dar'st thou, Cassius, now I turn the trouble of my countenance

Leap in with me into this angry flood, Merely upon myself. Vexed I am,

And swim to yonder point ? Upon the word, Of late, with passions of some difference,

Accoutred as was, I plunged in, Conceptions only proper to myself,

And bade him follow : so, indeed, he did. Which give some soil, perbaps to my

behaviours : The torrent roar'd; and we did buffet it

With lusty sinews; throwing it aside (!) A ceremony observed at the feast of Lupercalia.

(4) The natyre of your feelings. (2) Crowd. (3) Flourish of instruments.

(5) Allure.

(6) Windy,

Ay, do


And stemming it with hearts of controversy.

Re-enter Cæsar, and his train. But ere we could arrive the point propos'd,

Bru. The games are done, and Cæsar is returning. Cæsar cry'd, Help me, Cassius, or I sink. I, as Æneas, our great ancestor,

Cas. As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve;

And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you
Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder
The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of Tyber

What hath proceeded, worthy note, to-day..

Bru. I will do so :-But, look you, Cassius, Did I the tired Cæsar : And this man

The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow,
Is now become a god; and Cassius is

And all the rest look like a chidden train :
A wretched creature, and must bend his body,
If Cæsar carelessly but nod on him.

Calphurnia's cheek is pale ; and Cicero

Looks with such ferrets and such fiery eyes,
He had a fever when he was in Spain,

As we have seen him in the Capitol,
And, when the fit was on him, I did mark
How he did shake: 'tis true, this god did shake:

Being cross'd in conference by some senators.

Cas. Casca will tell us what the matter is. His coward lips did from their colour fly;

Cæs. Antonius. And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world,

Ant. Cæsar. Did lose his lustre: I did hear him

groan :

Cæs. Let me have men about me that are fat; Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books,

Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o'nights : Alas! it cried, Give me some drink, Titinius,

Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look ;

He thinks too much : such men are dangerous. As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me,

Ant. Fear him not, Cæsar, he's not dangerous ; A man of such a feeble temper! should So get the start of the majestic world,

He is a noble Roman, and well given.

Cæs. 'Would he were fatter:-But I fear him not: And bear the palm alone. [Shout. Flourish. Bru. Another general shout!

Yet if my name were liable to fear,

I do not know the man I should avoid
I do believe, that these applauses are
For some new honours that are heap'd on Cæsar.

So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much; Cas. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow

He is a great observer, and he looks world,

Quite through the deeds of men : he loves no plays, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men

As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music:

Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a sort,
Walk under his huge legs, and peep about
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.

As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit

That could be mov'd to smile at any thing.
Men at some time are masters of their fates :

Such men as he be never at heart's ease,
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.

Whiles they behold a greater than themselves; Brutus, and Cæsar: What should be in that|| And therefore are they very dangerous.

I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd,
Why should that name be sounded more than yours? || Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf,

Than what I fear, for always I am Cæsar.
Write them together, yours is as fair a name;
Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;

And tell me truly what thou think'st of him.
Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure them,

[Exeunt Cæsar and his train. Casca stays

behind. Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar. [Shout. Now in the names of all the gods at once,

Casca. You pulld me by the cloak; Would you Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed,

speak with me? That he is grown so great? Age, thou art sham'd:

Bru. Ay, Casca; tell us what hath chanc'd to-day,

That Cæsar looks so sad.
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods !
When went there by an age, since the great flood,

Casca. Why you were with him, were you not ? But it was fam'd with more than with one man?

Bru. I should not then ask Casca what hath When could they say, that talk'd of Rome,

chanc'd. That her wide walks encompass'd but one man?

Casca. Why, there was a crown offer'd him : and Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough,

being offer'd him, he put it by with the back of his When there is in it but one only man.

hand, thus ; and then the people fell a shouting. O! you and I have heard our fathers say,

Bru. What was the second noise for? There was a Brutus2 once, that would have brook'd

Casca. Why, for that too. The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome,

Cas. They shouted thrice; What was the last As easily

as a king Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous;

Casca. Why, for that too.

Bru. Was the crown offer'd him thrice?
What you would work me to, I have some aim ;3
How I have thought of this, and of these times,

Casca. Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, I shall recount hereaster; for this present,

every time gentler than the other; and at every putI would not, so with love I might entreat you,

ting by, mine honest neighbours shouted. Be any further mov'd. What you have said,

Cas. Who offered him the crown? I will consider; what you have to say,

Casca. Why, Antony. I will with patience bear : and find a time

Bru. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca. Both meet to hear, and answer, such high things.

Casca. I can as well be hanged, as tell the manTill then, my noble friend, chew4 upon this ;

ner of it: it was mere foolery. I did not mark it. Brutus had rather be a villager,

I saw Mark Antony offer him a crown ;-yet 'twas Than to repute himself a son of Rome

not a crown neither, 'twas one of these coronets; Under these hard conditions as this time

1-and, as I told you, he put it by once; but, for Is like to lay upon us.

all that, to my thinking, he would fain have had Cas. I am glad, that my weak words

it. Then he offered it to him again; then he put Have struck but this much show of fire from by again : but, to my thinking, he was very loath (1) Temperament, constitution.

(4) Ruminate. (2) Lucius Junius Brutus. (3) Guess.

(5) A ferret has red eyes.

till now,

cry for ?*

no less.

to lay his fingers of it. And then he offered it thell Well, Brutus, thou art noble; yet, I see, third time; he put it the third time by : and still as Thy honourable metal may be wrought he refus'd it, the rabblement hooted, and clapped From that it is dispos’d:3 Therefore 'tis meet their chopped hands, and threw up their sweaty That noble minds keep ever with their likes : night-caps, and uttered such a deal of stinking For who so firm, that cannot be seduc'd ? breath, because Cæsar refused the crown, that it Cæsar doth bear me hard ;4 but he loves Brutus : had almost choked Cæsar; for he swooned, and fell) If I were Brutus now, and he were Cassius, down at it: And for mine own part, I durst not He should not humours me. I will this night, laugh, for fear of opening my lips, and receiving the In several hands, in at his windows throw, bad air.

As if they came from several citizens, Cas. But, soft

, I pray you: What? did Cæsar Writings all tending to the great opinion swoon?

That Rome holds of his name; wherein obscurely Casca. He fell down in the market-place, and Cæsar's ambition shall be glanced at: foamed at mouth, and was speechless.

And, after this, let Cæsar seat him sure; Bru. 'Tis very like: he hath the falling-sickness. For we will shake him, or worse days endure. (Ex.

Cas. No, Caesar hath it not; but you, and I, And honest Casca, we have the falling-sickness.

SCENE III.-The same. A street. Thunder Casca. I know not what you mean by that; but,

and lightning. Enter, from opposite sides, I am sure, Cæsar feil down. If the tag-rag people

Casca, with his sword drawn, and Cicero. did not clap him, and biss him, according as he Cic. Good even, Casca: Brought you Cæsar pleased, and displeased them, as they use to do the

home ?6 players in the theatre, I am no truel man. Why are you breathless? and why stare you go?

Bru. What said he, when he came unto himself? Casca. Are not you mov'd, when all the sway of Casca. Marry, before he fell down, when he per

earth ceiv'd the common herd was glad he refused the Shakes, like a thing unfirm? O Cicero, crown, he plucked me ope his doublet, and offered|| I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds them his throat to cut.-An I had been a man of any | Have riv'd the knotty oaks; and I have seen occupation,2 if I would not have taken him at a The ambitious ocean swell, and rage, and foam, word, I would I might go to hell among the rogues: || To be exalted with the threat'ning clouds : --and so he fell. When he came to himself again,| But never till to-night, never till now, he said, If he had done, or said any thing amiss, he Did I go through a tempest dropping fire. desired their worships to think it was his infirmity. Either there is a civil strife in heaven; Three or four wenches, where I stood, cried, Alas, or else the world, too saucy with the gods, good soul !--and forgave him with all their hearts : Incenses them to send destruction. But there's no heed to be taken of them; if Cæsar

Cic. Why, saw you any thing more wonderful ? had stabbed their mothers, they would have done Casca. A common slave (you know him well by

sight) Bru. And after that, he came, thus sad, away?|| Held up his left hand, which did flame, and burn Casca. Ay Cas. Did Cicero say any thing?

Like twenty torches join'd; and yet his hand,

Not sensible of fire, remain'd unscorch'd. Casca. Ay, he spoke Greek.

Besides (I have not since put up my sword) Cas. To what efect?

Against the Capitol I met a lion, Casca. Nay, an I tell you that, I'll ne'er look who glar'd upon me, and went surly by you i'the face again : But those, that understood || Without annoying me: And there were drawn him, smiled at one another, and shook their heads ;|| Upon a heap, a hundred ghastly women, but, for mine own part, it was Greek to me. I could Transformed with their fear; who swore, they saw tell you more news too: Marullus and Flavius, for Men, all in fire, walk up and down the streets. pulling scarfs off Cæsar's images, are put to silence. And, yesterday, the bird of night did sit, Fare you well. There was more foolery yet, if 1 Even at noon-day, upon the market-pace, could remember it.

Hooting, and shrieking. When these prodigies Cas. Will you sup with me to-night, Casca?

Do so conjointly meet, let not men say, Casca. No, I am promised forth.

These are their reasons,--They are natural; Cas. Will you dine with me to-morrow ? For, I believe they are portentous things

Casca. Ay, if I be alive, and your mind hold,|| Unto the climate that they point apon, and your dinner worth the eating.

Cic. Indeed, it is a strange disposed time: Cas. Good; I will expect you.

But men may construe things after their fashion, Casca. Do so: Farewell, both. (Exit Casca. Clean? from the purpose of the things themselves.

Bru. What a blunt fellow is this grown to be? Comes Cæsar to the Capitol ts-morrow? He was quick mettle, when he went to school.

Casca. He doth ; for he did bid Antonius Cas. So is he now, in execution

Send word to you, he would be there to-morrow. Of any bold or noble enterprise,

Cic. Good night then, Casca : this disturbed sky However be puts on this tardy form.

Is not to walk in. This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit,


Farewell, Cicero. (Exit Cic.
Which gives men stomach to digest his words
With better appetite.

Enter Cassius.
Bru. And so it is. For this time I will leave you : Cas. Who's there?
To-morrow, if you please to speak with me,


A Roman. I will come home to you; or, if you will,


Casca, by your voice. Come home with me, and I will wait for you. Casca. Your ear is good. Cassius, what night is Cas. I will do so :-till then, think of the world.

this? (Exit Brutus.

(4) Has an unfavourable opinion of me. (1) Honest. (2) A mechanic.

(5) Cajole. (6) Did you attend Cæsar home. (3) Disposed to.

(7) Entirely.

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