Have you not made an universal, shout, And do you now put on your best attire? And do you now strew flowers in his way, Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault, Assemble all the poor men of your sort ; [Exeunt Citizens. You know, it is the feast of Lupercal. Who else would soar above the view of men, [Exeunt. Enter, in procession, with musick, CAESAR; ANTONY, for the course; CALPHURNIA, PORTIA, DECIUS, CICERO, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and CASCA, a great crowd following; among them a Soothsayer. Caes. Calphurnia, Casca. Peace, ho! Caesar speaks, Caes. Calphurnia, Cal. Here, my Lord. [Musick ceases. Caes, Stand you directly in Antonius' way, Caes. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, Ant. I shall remember: When Caesar says, Do this, it is perform'd. Sooth. Caesar. Caes. Ha! Who calls? Casca. Bid every noise be still: [Musick. -Peace yet again. [Musick ceases. Caes. Who is it in the press, that calls on me? I hear a tongue, shriller than all the musick, Cry, Caesar: Speak; Caesar is turn'd to hear. Sooth. Beware the ides of March. Caes. What man is that? 7 Bru. A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March. Caes. Set him before me, let me see his face. Cas. Fellow, come from the throng: Look upon Caesar. Caes. What say'st thou to me now? Speak once again. Sooth. Beware the ides of March. Caes. He is a dreamer; let us leave him; pass. [Sennet. Exeunt all but Brutus and Cassius. Cas. Will you go see the order of the course? Bru. Not 1. Cas. I pray you, do. Bru. I am not gamesome: I do lack some part Of that quick spirit that is in Antony. Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires; I'll leave you. Caes. Brutus, I do observe you now of late: I have not from your eyes that gentleness, And show of love, as I was wont to have: You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand Over your friend that loves you. Bru. Cassius, Be not deceiv'd: If I have veil'd my look, Of late, with passions of some difference, Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviours: Nor construe any further my neglect, Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your 1 passion; By means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face? Cas. 'Tis just: " And it is very much lamented, Brutus, That you might see your shadow. I have heard, Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, That you would have me seek into myself Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to hear: And, since you know you cannot see yourself That of yourself which you yet know not of. To all the root, then hold me dangerous. [Flourish and shout. Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, the people Choose Caesar for their King. Cas. Ay, do you fear it? 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 hear so long? I was born free as Caesar; so were you: Upon the word, Accouter'd as I was, I plunged in, And bade him follow: so, indeed, he did. Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder Tiber Did I the tired Caesar: And this mau |