We both have fed as well, and we can both The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores, And swim to yonder point?' Upon the word, And bade him follow; so indeed he did. Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder Is now become a god, and Cassius is A wretched creature and must 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 same eye whose bend doth awe the world Bru. Another general shout! [Shout. Flourish. I do believe that these applauses are For some new honours that are heaped 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, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus and Cæsar: what should be in that 'Cæsar'? When there is in it but one only man. O, you and I have heard our fathers say, There was a Brutus once that would have brooked Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous ; I will with patience hear, and find a time Brutus had rather be a villager Than to repute himself a son of Rome Is like to lay upon us. Cas. I am glad that my weak words Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus. Enter CESAR and his Train. Bru. I will do so. But, look you, Cassius, The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow, Being crossed in conference by some senators. Cas. Cæs. Ant. Cæs. Cæsar? Let me have men about me that are fat: Sleek-headed men and such as sleep o'nights: Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much such men are dangerous. Ant. Fear him not, Cæsar; he's not dangerous; He is a noble Roman and well given. Cæs. Would he were fatter! But I fear him not: Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much; He is a great observer and he looks Quite through the deeds of men; he loves no plays; As if he mocked himself and scorned his spirit That could be moved to smile at any thing. I rather tell thee what is to be feared LXXXVII. GOD SAVE THE QUEEN.* OD save our gracious Queen, Send her victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us, God save the Queen. Oh Lord our God, arise, Scatter her enemies, And make them fall: Confound their politics, Frustrate their knavish tricks, Thy choicest gifts in store, May she defend our laws, And ever give us cause, With heart and voice to sing, God save the Queen. * The national song of 'God save the King' is generally believed to have been composed by Dr. John Bull for King James the First, A.D. 1667. Oh grant her long to see Always increase! May she her sceptre sway, All loyal souls obey, Join heart and voice, Hurrah! LXXXVIII. RULE, BRITANNIA! HEN Britain first, at Heaven's command, This was the charter of the land, The nations, not so blessed as thee, While thou shalt flourish great and free, Still more majestic shalt thou rise, More dreadful from each foreign stroke; As the loud blast that tears the skies, Serves but to root thy native oak. Rule, Britannia, &c. Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame : |