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THE TRAGEDIE OF IVLIVS CæSAR
Actus Primus. Scœna Prima. [Act 1, Scene 1] Enter Flauius, Murellus, and certaine Commoners ouer the Stage. Flauius. HEnce: home you idle Creatures, get you home: Is this a Holiday? What, know you not (Being Mechanicall) you ought not walke Vpon a labouring day, without the signe
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Of your Profession? Speake, what Trade art thou?
Car. Why Sir, a Carpenter. Mur. Where is thy Leather Apron, and thy Rule? What dost thou with thy best Apparrell on? You sir, what Trade are you? Cobl.
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Truely Sir, in respect of a fine Workman, I am

but as you would say, a Cobler.

Mur. But what Trade art thou? Answer me directly. Cob.

A Trade Sir, that I hope I may vse, with a safe

Conscience, which is indeed Sir, a Mender of bad soules.

Fla.
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What Trade thou knaue? Thou naughty knaue,

what Trade?

Cobl.

Nay I beseech you Sir, be not out with me: yet

if you be out Sir, I can mend you.

Mur.

What mean'st thou by that? Mend mee, thou

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sawcy Fellow?

Cob.

Why sir, Cobble you.

Fla.

Thou art a Cobler, art thou?

Cob.

Truly sir, all that I liue by, is with the Aule: I

meddle with no Tradesmans matters, nor womens mat­

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ters; but withal I am indeed Sir, a Surgeon to old shooes:

when they are in great danger, I recouer them. As pro­

per men as euer trod vpon Neats Leather, haue gone vp­

on my handy‑worke.

Fla. But wherefore art not in thy Shop to day?
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Why do'st thou leade these men about the streets?
Cob.

Truly sir, to weare out their shooes, to get my

selfe into more worke. But indeede sir, we make Holy­

day to see Cæsar, and to reioyce in his Triumph.

Mur. Wherefore reioyce?
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What Conquest brings he home? What Tributaries follow him to Rome, To grace in Captiue bonds his Chariot Wheeles? You Blockes, you stones, you worse then senslesse things: O you hard hearts, you cruell men of Rome,
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Knew you not Pompey many a time and oft? Haue you climb'd vp to Walles and Battlements, To Towres and Windowes? Yea, to Chimney tops, Your Infants in your Armes, and there haue sate The liue‑long day, with patient expectation,

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To see great Pompey passe the streets of Rome: And when you saw his Chariot but appeare, Haue you not made an Vniuersall shout, That Tyber trembled vnderneath her bankes To heare the replication of your sounds,
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Made in her Concaue Shores? And do you now put on your best attyre? And do you now cull out a Holyday? And do you now strew Flowers in his way, That comes in Triumph ouer Pompeyes blood?
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Be gone, Runne to your houses, fall vpon your knees, Pray to the Gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this Ingratitude.
Fla. Go, go, good Countrymen, and for this fault
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Assemble all the poore men of your sort; Draw them to Tyber bankes, and weepe your teares Into the Channell, till the lowest streame Do kisse the most exalted Shores of all. Exeunt all the Commoners. See where their basest mettle be not mou'd,
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They vanish tongue‑tyed in their guiltinesse: Go you downe that way towards the Capitoll, This way will I: Disrobe the Images, If you do finde them deckt with Ceremonies.
Mur. May we do so?
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You know it is the Feast of Lupercall.
Fla. It is no matter, let no Images Be hung with Cæsars T ophees: Ile about, And driue away the Vulgar from the streets; So do you too, where you perceiue them thicke.
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These growing Feathers, pluckt from Cæsars wing, Will make him flye an ordinary pitch, Who else would soare aboue the view of men, And keepe vs all in seruile fearefulnesse.
Exeunt.
[Act 1, Scene 2] Enter Cæsar, Antony for the Course, Calphurnia, Portia, De­ cius, Cicero, Brutus, Cassius, Caska, a Soothsayer: af­ ter them Murellus and Flauius. Cæs. Calphurnia. Cask.
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Peace ho, Cæsar speakes.
Cæs. Calphurnia. Calp. Heere my Lord. Cæs. Stand you directly in Antonio's way, When he doth run his course. Antonio. Ant.
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Cæsar, my Lord.
Cæs. Forget not in your speed Antonio, To touch Calphurnia: for our Elders say, kk The

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[Act 1, Scene 2] Enter Cæsar, Antony for the Course, Calphurnia, Portia, De­ cius, Cicero, Brutus, Cassius, Caska, a Soothsayer: af­ ter them Murellus and Flauius. Cæs. Calphurnia. Cask.
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Peace ho, Cæsar speakes.
Cæs. Calphurnia. Calp. Heere my Lord. Cæs. Stand you directly in Antonio's way, When he doth run his course. Antonio. Ant.
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Cæsar, my Lord.
Cæs. Forget not in your speed Antonio, To touch Calphurnia: for our Elders say, The Barren touched in this holy chace, Shake off their sterrile curse. Ant.
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I shall remember, When Cæsar sayes, Do this; it is perform'd.
Cæs. Set on, and leaue no Ceremony out. Sooth. Cæsar. Cæs. Ha? Who calles? Cask.
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Bid euery noyse be still: peace yet againe.
Cæs. Who is it in the presse, that calles on me? I heare a Tongue shriller then all the Musicke Cry, Cæsar: Speake, Cæsar is turn'd to heare. Sooth. Beware the Ides of March. Cæs.
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What man is that?
Br. A Sooth‑sayer bids you beware the Ides of March Cæs. Set him before me, let me see his face. Cassi. Fellow, come from the throng, look vpon Cæsar. Cæs. What sayst thou to me now? Speak once againe, Sooth.
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Beware the Ides of March.
Cæs. He is a Dreamer, let vs leaue him: Passe. Sennet. Exeunt. Manet Brut. & Cass. Cassi. Will you go see the order of the course? Brut. Not I. Cassi. I pray you do. Brut.
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I am not Gamesom: I do lacke some part Of that quicke Spirit that is in Antony: Let me not hinder Cassius your desires; Ile leaue you.
Cassi. Brutus, I do obserue you now of late:
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I haue not from your eyes, that gentlenesse And shew of Loue, as I was wont to haue: You beare too stubborne, and too strange a hand Ouer your Friend, that loues you.
Bru. Cassius,
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Be not deceiu'd: If I haue veyl'd my looke, I turne the trouble of my Countenance Meerely vpon my selfe. Vexed I am Of late, with passions of some difference, Conceptions onely proper to my selfe,
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Which giue some soyle (perhaps) to my Behauiours: But let not therefore my good Friends be greeu'd (Among which number Cassius be you one) Nor construe any further my neglect, Then that poore Brutus with himselfe at warre,
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Forgets the shewes of Loue to other men.
Cassi. Then Brutus, I haue much mistook your passion, By meanes whereof, this Brest of mine hath buried Thoughts of great value, worthy Cogitations. Tell me good Brutus, Can you see your face? Brutus.
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No Cassius: For the eye sees not it selfe but by reflection, By some other things.
Cassius. 'Tis iust, And it is very much lamented Brutus,
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That you haue no such Mirrors, as will turne Your hidden worthinesse into your eye, That you might see your shadow: I haue heard, Where many of the best respect in Rome,
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(Except immortall Cæsar) speaking of Brutus, And groaning vnderneath this Ages yoake, Haue wish'd, that Noble Brutus had his eyes.
Bru. Into what dangers, would you Leade me Cassius?
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That you would haue me seeke into my selfe, For that which is not in me?
Cas. Therefore good Brutus, be prepar'd to heare: And since you know, you cannot see your selfe So well as by Reflection; I your Glasse,
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Will modestly discouer to your selfe That of your selfe, which you yet know not of. And be not iealous on me, gentle Brutus: Were I a common Laughter, or did vse To stale with ordinary Oathes my loue
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To euery new Protester: if you know, That I do fawne on men, and hugge them hard, And after scandall them: Or if you know, That I professe my selfe in Banquetting To all the Rout, then hold me dangerous.
Flourish, and Shout. Bru.
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What meanes this Showting? I do feare, the People choose Cæsar For their King.
Cassi. I, do you feare it? Then must I thinke you would not haue it so. Bru.
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I would not Cassius, yet I loue him well: But wherefore do you hold me heere so long? What is it, that you would impart to me? If it be ought toward the generall good, Set Honor in one eye, and Death i'th other,
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And I will looke on both indifferently: For let the Gods so speed mee, as I loue The name of Honor, more then I feare death.
Cassi. I know that vertue to be in you Brutus, As well as I do know your outward fauour.
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Well, Honor is the subiect of my Story: I cannot tell, what you and other men Thinke of this life: But for my single selfe, I had as liefe not be, as liue to be In awe of such a Thing, as I my selfe.
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I was borne free as Cæsar, so were you, We both haue fed as well, and we can both Endure the Winters cold, as well as hee. For once, vpon a Rawe and Gustie day, The troubled Tyber, chafing with her Shores,
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Cæsar saide to me, Dar'st thou Cassius now Leape in with me into this angry Flood, And swim to yonder Point? Vpon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, And bad him follow: so indeed he did.
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The Torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it With lusty Sinewes, throwing it aside, And stemming it with hearts of Controuersie. But ere we could arriue the Point propos'd, Cæsar cride, Helpe me Cassius, or I sinke.
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I (as æneas, our great Ancestor, Did from the Flames of Troy, vpon his shoulder The old Anchyses beare) so, from the waues of Tyber Did I the tyred Cæsar: And this Man, Is now become a God, and Cassius is
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A wretched Creature, and must bend his body, If Cæsar carelesly but nod on him. He had a Feauer when he was in Spaine, And when the Fit was on him, I did marke How he did shake: Tis true, this God did shake,
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His Coward lippes did from their colour flye, And that same Eye, whose bend doth awe the World, Did loose his Lustre: I did heare him grone: I, and that Tongue of his, that bad the Romans Marke him, and write his Speeches in their Bookes,
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Alas, it cried, Giue me some drinke Titinius, As a sicke Girle: Ye Gods, it doth amaze me, A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the Maiesticke world, And beare the Palme alone.
Shout. Flou ish. Bru.
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Another generall shout? I do beleeue, that these applauses are For some new Honors, that are heap'd on Cæsar.
Cassi. Why man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men
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Walke vnder his huge legges, and peepe about To finde our selues dishonourable Graues. Men at sometime, are Masters of their Fates. The fault (deere Brutus) is not in our Starres, But in our Selues, that we are vnderlings.
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Brutus and Cæsar: What should be in that Cæsar? Why should that name be sounded more then yours Write them together: Yours, is as faire a Name: Sound them, it doth become the mouth aswell: Weigh them, it is as heauy: Coniure with 'em,
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Brutus will start a Spirit as soone as Cæsar. Now in the names of all the Gods at once, Vpon what meate doth this our Cæsar feede, That he is growne so great? Age, thou art sham'd. Rome, thou hast lost the breed of Noble Bloods.
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When went there by an Age, since the great Flood, But it was fam'd with more then with one man? When could they say (till now) that talk'd of Rome, That her wide Walkes incompast but one man? Now is it Rome indeed, and Roome enough
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When there is in it but one onely man. O! you and I, haue heard our Fathers say, There was a Brutus once, that would haue brook'd Th'eternall Diuell to keepe his State in Rome, As easily as a King.
Bru.
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That you do loue me, I am nothing iealous: What you would worke me too, I haue some ayme: How I haue thought of this, and of these times I shall recount heereafter. For this present, I would not so (with loue I might intreat you)
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Be any further moou'd: What you haue said, I will consider: what you haue to say I will with patience heare, and finde a time Both meete to heare, and answer such high things. Till then, my Noble Friend, chew vpon this:
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Brutus had rather be a Villager, Then to repute himselfe a Sonne of Rome Vnder these hard Conditions, as this time Is like to lay vpon vs.
Cassi. I am glad that my weake words
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Haue strucke but thus much shew of fire from Brutus
Enter Cæsar and his Traine. Bru. The Games are done, And Cæsar is returning. Cassi. As they passe by, Plucke Caska by the Sleeue,
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And he will (after his sowre fashion) tell you What hath proceeded worthy note to day.
Bru. I will do so: but looke you Cassius, The angry spot doth glow on Cæsars brow, And all the rest, looke like a chidden Traine;
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Calphurnia's Cheeke is pale, and Cicero Lookes with such Ferret, and such fiery eyes As we haue seene him in the Capitoll Being crost in Conference, by some Senators.
Cassi. Caska will tell vs what the matter is. Cæs.
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Antonio.
Ant. Cæsar. Cæs. Let me haue men about me, that are fat, Sleeke‑headed men, and such as sleepe a‑nights: Yond Cassius has a leane and hungry looke,
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He thinkes too much: such men are dangerous.
Ant. Feare him not Cæsar, he's not dangerous, He is a Noble Roman, and well giuen. Cæs. Would he were fatter; But I feare him not: Yet if my name were lyable to feare,
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I do not know the man I should auoyd So soone as that spare Cassius. He reades much, He is a great Obseruer, and he looks Quite through the Deeds of men. He loues no Playes, As thou dost Antony: he heares no Musicke;
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Seldome he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himselfe, and scorn'd his spirit That could be mou'd to smile at any thing. Such men as he, be neuer at hearts ease, Whiles they behold a greater then themselues,
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And therefore are they very dangerous. I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd, Then what I feare: for alwayes I am Cæsar. Come on my right hand, for this eare is deafe, A d tell me truely, what thou think'st of him.
Sennit. Exeunt Cæsar and his Traine. Cask.
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You pul'd me by the cloake, would you speake with me?
Bru. I Caska, tell vs what hath chanc'd to day That Cæsar lookes so sad. Cask.

Why you were with him, were you not?

Bru.

I should not then aske Caska what had chanc'd.

Cask.
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Why there was a Crowne offer'd him; & being

offer'd him, he put it by with the backe of his hand thus,

and then the people fell a shouting.

Bru.

What was the second noyse for?

Cask.

Why for that too.

Cassi.
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They shouted thrice: what was the last cry for?

Cask.

Why for that too.

Bru.

Was the Crowne offer'd him thrice?

Cask.

I marry was't, and hee put it by thrice, euerie

time gentler then other; and at euery putting by, mine

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honest Neighbors showted.

Cassi.

Who offer'd him the Crowne?

Cask.

Why Antony.

Bru.

Tell vs the manner of it, gentle Caska.

Caska.

I can as well bee hang'd as tell the manner of

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it: It was meere Foolerie, I did not marke it. I sawe

Marke Antony offer him a Crowne, yet 'twas not a

Crowne neyther, 'twas one of these Coronets: and as I

told you, hee put it by once: but for all that, to my thin­

king, he would faine haue had it. Then hee offered it to

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him againe: then hee put it by againe: but to my think­

ing, he was very loath to lay his fingers off it. And then

he offered it the third time; hee put it the third time by,

and still as hee refus'd it, the rabblement howted, and

clap'd their chopt hands, and threw vppe their sweatie

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Night‑cappes, and vttered such a deale of stinking

breath, because Cæsar refus'd the Crowne, that it had

(almost) choaked Cæsar: for hee swoonded, and fell

downe at it: And for mine owne part, I durst not laugh,

fo re of opening my Lippes, and receyuing the bad

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.

Cassi.

But soft I pray you: what, did Cæsar swound?

Cask.

He fell downe in the Market‑place, and foam'd

at mouth, and was speechlesse.

Brut.

'Tis very like he hath the Falling sicknesse.

Cassi.
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No, Cæsar hath it not: but you, and I, And honest Caska, we haue the Falling sicknesse.
Cask.

I know not what you meane by that, but I am

sure Cæsar fell downe. If the tag‑ragge people did not

clap him, and hisse him, according as he pleas'd, and dis­

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pleas'd them, as they vse to doe the Players in the Thea­

tre, I am no true man.

Brut.

What said he, when he came vnto himselfe?

Cask.

Marry, before he fell downe, when he perceiu'd

the common Heard was glad he refus'd the Crowne, he

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pluckt me ope his Doublet, and offer'd them his Throat

to cut: and I had beene a man of any Occupation, if I

would not haue taken him at a word, I would I might

goe to Hell among the Rogues, and so hee fell. When

he came to himselfe againe, hee said, If hee had done, or

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said any thing amisse, he desir'd their Worships to thinke

it was his infirmitie. Three or foure Wenches where I

stood, cryed, Alasse good Soule, and forgaue him with

all their hearts: But there's no heed to be taken of them;

if Cæsar had stab'd their Mothers, they would haue done

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no lesse.

Brut.

And after that, he came thus sad away.

Cask.

I.

Cassi.

Did Cicero say any thing?

Cask.

I, he spoke Greeke.

Cassi.
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To what effect?

Cask.

Nay, and I tell you that, Ile ne're looke you

i'th'face againe. But those that vnderstood him, smil'd

at one another, and shooke their heads: but for mine

owne part, it was Greeke to me. I could tell you more

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newes too: Murrellus and Flauius, for pulling Scarffes

off Cæsars Images, are put to silence. Fare you well.

There was more Foolerie yet, if I could remem­

ber it.

Cassi.

Will you suppe with me to Night, Caska?

Cask.
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No, I am promis'd forth.

Cassi.

Will you Dine with me to morrow?

Cask.

I, if I be aliue, and your minde hold, and your

Dinner worth the eating.

Cassi.

Good, I will expect you.

Cask.
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Doe so: farewell both.

Exit. Brut. What a blunt fellow is this growne to be? He was quick Mettle, when he went to Schoole. Cassi. So is he now, in execution Of any bold, or Noble Enterprize,
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How‑euer he puts on this tardie forme: This Rudenesse is a Sawce to his good Wit, Which giues men stomacke to disgest his words With better Appetite.
Brut. And so it is:
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For this time I will leaue you: To morrow, if you please to speake with me, I will come home to you: or if you will, Come home to me, and I will wait for you.
Cassi. I will doe so: till then, thinke of the World. Exit Brutus.
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Well Brutus, thou art Noble: yet I see, Thy Honorable Mettle may be wrought From that it is dispos'd: therefore it is meet, That Noble mindes keepe euer with their likes: For who so firme, that cannot be seduc'd?
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Cæsar doth beare me hard, but he loues utus . If I were Brutus now, and he were Cassius, He should not humor me. I will this Night, In seuerall Hands, in at his Windowes throw, As if they came from seuerall Citizens,
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Writings, all tending to the great opinion That Rome holds of his Name: wherein obscurely Cæsars Ambition shall be glanced at. And after this, let Cæsar seat him sure, For wee will shake him, or worse dayes endure.
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   <sp who="#F-jc-soo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sooth.</speaker>
      <l n="105">Beware the Ides of March.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cae">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cæs.</speaker>
      <l n="106">He is a Dreamer, let vs leaue him: Passe.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="business">Sennet.</stage>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt. Manet Brut. &amp; Cass.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <l n="107">Will you go see the order of the course?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Brut.</speaker>
      <l n="108">Not I.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <l n="109">I pray you do.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Brut.</speaker>
      <l n="110">I am not Gamesom: I do lacke some part</l>
      <l n="111">Of that quicke Spirit that is in<hi rend="italic">Antony</hi>:</l>
      <l n="112">Let me not hinder<hi rend="italic">Cassius</hi>your desires;</l>
      <l n="113">Ile leaue you.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <l n="114">
         <hi rend="italic">Brutus</hi>, I do obserue you now of late:</l>
      <l n="115">I haue not from your eyes, that gentlenesse</l>
      <l n="116">And shew of Loue, as I was wont to haue:</l>
      <l n="117">You beare too stubborne, and too strange a hand</l>
      <l n="118">Ouer your Friend, that loues you.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <l n="119">
         <hi rend="italic">Cassius</hi>,</l>
      <l n="120">Be not deceiu'd: If I haue veyl'd my looke,</l>
      <l n="121">I turne the trouble of my Countenance</l>
      <l n="122">Meerely vpon my selfe. Vexed I am</l>
      <l n="123">Of late, with passions of some difference,</l>
      <l n="124">Conceptions onely proper to my selfe,</l>
      <l n="125">Which giue some soyle (perhaps) to my Behauiours:</l>
      <l n="126">But let not therefore my good Friends be greeu'd</l>
      <l n="127">(Among which number<hi rend="italic">Cassius</hi>be you one)</l>
      <l n="128">Nor construe any further my neglect,</l>
      <l n="129">Then that poore<hi rend="italic">Brutus</hi>with himselfe at warre,</l>
      <l n="130">Forgets the shewes of Loue to other men.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <l n="131">Then<hi rend="italic">Brutus</hi>, I haue much mistook your passion,</l>
      <l n="132">By meanes whereof, this Brest of mine hath buried</l>
      <l n="133">Thoughts of great value, worthy Cogitations.</l>
      <l n="134">Tell me good<hi rend="italic">Brutus</hi>, Can you see your face?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Brutus.</speaker>
      <l n="135">No<hi rend="italic">Cassius</hi>:</l>
      <l n="136">For the eye sees not it selfe but by reflection,</l>
      <l n="137">By some other things.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassius.</speaker>
      <l n="138">'Tis iust,</l>
      <l n="139">And it is very much lamented<hi rend="italic">Brutus</hi>,</l>
      <l n="140">That you haue no such Mirrors, as will turne</l>
      <l n="141">Your hidden worthinesse into your eye,</l>
      <l n="142">That you might see your shadow:</l>
      <l n="143">I haue heard,</l>
      <l n="144">Where many of the best respect in Rome,</l>
      <l n="145">(Except immortall<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>) speaking of<hi rend="italic">Brutus</hi>,</l>
      <l n="146">And groaning vnderneath this Ages yoake,</l>
      <l n="147">Haue wish'd, that Noble<hi rend="italic">Brutus</hi>had his eyes.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <l n="148">Into what dangers, would you</l>
      <l n="149">Leade me<hi rend="italic">Cassius</hi>?</l>
      <l n="150">That you would haue me seeke into my selfe,</l>
      <l n="151">For that which is not in me?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cas.</speaker>
      <l n="152">Therefore good<hi rend="italic">Brutus</hi>, be prepar'd to heare:</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="153">And since you know, you cannot see your selfe</l>
      <l n="154">So well as by Reflection; I your Glasse,</l>
      <l n="155">Will modestly discouer to your selfe</l>
      <l n="156">That of your selfe, which you yet know not of.</l>
      <l n="157">And be not iealous on me, gentle<hi rend="italic">Brutus:</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="158">Were I a common Laughter, or did vse</l>
      <l n="159">To stale with ordinary Oathes my loue</l>
      <l n="160">To euery new Protester: if you know,</l>
      <l n="161">That I do fawne on men, and hugge them hard,</l>
      <l n="162">And after scandall them: Or if you know,</l>
      <l n="163">That I professe my selfe in Banquetting</l>
      <l n="164">To all the Rout, then hold me dangerous.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="business">Flourish, and Shout.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-jc-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <l n="165">What meanes this Showting?</l>
      <l n="166">I do feare, the People choose<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="167">For their King.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <l n="168">I, do you feare it?</l>
      <l n="169">Then must I thinke you would not haue it so.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <l n="170">I would not<hi rend="italic">Cassius</hi>, yet I loue him well:</l>
      <l n="171">But wherefore do you hold me heere so long?</l>
      <l n="172">What is it, that you would impart to me?</l>
      <l n="173">If it be ought toward the generall good,</l>
      <l n="174">Set Honor in one eye, and Death i'th other,</l>
      <l n="175">And I will looke on both indifferently:</l>
      <l n="176">For let the Gods so speed mee, as I loue</l>
      <l n="177">The name of Honor, more then I feare death.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <l n="178">I know that vertue to be in you<hi rend="italic">Brutus</hi>,</l>
      <l n="179">As well as I do know your outward fauour.</l>
      <l n="180">Well, Honor is the subiect of my Story:</l>
      <l n="181">I cannot tell, what you and other men</l>
      <l n="182">Thinke of this life: But for my single selfe,</l>
      <l n="183">I had as liefe not be, as liue to be</l>
      <l n="184">In awe of such a Thing, as I my selfe.</l>
      <l n="185">I was borne free as<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>, so were you,</l>
      <l n="186">We both haue fed as well, and we can both</l>
      <l n="187">Endure the Winters cold, as well as hee.</l>
      <l n="188">For once, vpon a Rawe and Gustie day,</l>
      <l n="189">The troubled Tyber, chafing with her Shores,</l>
      <l n="190">
         <hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>saide to me, Dar'st thou<hi rend="italic">Cassius</hi>now</l>
      <l n="191">Leape in with me into this angry Flood,</l>
      <l n="192">And swim to yonder Point? Vpon the word,</l>
      <l n="193">Accoutred as I was, I plunged in,</l>
      <l n="194">And bad him follow: so indeed he did.</l>
      <l n="195">The Torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it</l>
      <l n="196">With lusty Sinewes, throwing it aside,</l>
      <l n="197">And stemming it with hearts of Controuersie.</l>
      <l n="198">But ere we could arriue the Point propos'd,</l>
      <l n="199">
         <hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>cride, Helpe me<hi rend="italic">Cassius</hi>, or I sinke.</l>
      <l n="200">I (as<hi rend="italic">æneas</hi>, our great Ancestor,</l>
      <l n="201">Did from the Flames of Troy, vpon his shoulder</l>
      <l n="202">The old<hi rend="italic">Anchyses</hi>beare) so, from the waues of Tyber</l>
      <l n="203">Did I the tyred<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>: And this Man,</l>
      <l n="204">Is now become a God, and<hi rend="italic">Cassius</hi>is</l>
      <l n="205">A wretched Creature, and must bend his body,</l>
      <l n="206">If<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>carelesly but nod on him.</l>
      <l n="207">He had a Feauer when he was in Spaine,</l>
      <l n="208">And when the Fit was on him, I did marke</l>
      <l n="209">How he did shake: Tis true, this God did shake,</l>
      <l n="210">His Coward lippes did from their colour flye,</l>
      <l n="211">And that same Eye, whose bend doth awe the World,</l>
      <l n="212">Did loose his Lustre: I did heare him grone:</l>
      <l n="213">I, and that Tongue of his, that bad the Romans</l>
      <l n="214">Marke him, and write his Speeches in their Bookes,</l>
      <l n="215">Alas, it cried, Giue me some drinke<hi rend="italic">Titinius</hi>,</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0721-0.jpg" n="111"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="216">As a sicke Girle: Ye Gods, it doth amaze me,</l>
      <l n="217">A man of such a feeble temper should</l>
      <l n="218">So get the start of the Maiesticke world,</l>
      <l n="219">And beare the Palme alone.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="business">Shout.</stage>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Flou<gap extent="1"
           unit="chars"
           reason="illegible"
           agent="partiallyInkedType"
           resp="#LMC"/>ish.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-jc-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <l n="220">Another generall shout?</l>
      <l n="221">I do beleeue, that these applauses are</l>
      <l n="222">For some new Honors, that are heap'd on<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <l n="223">Why man, he doth bestride the narrow world</l>
      <l n="224">Like a Colossus, and we petty men</l>
      <l n="225">Walke vnder his huge legges, and peepe about</l>
      <l n="226">To finde our selues dishonourable Graues.</l>
      <l n="227">Men at sometime, are Masters of their Fates.</l>
      <l n="228">The fault (deere<hi rend="italic">Brutus</hi>) is not in our Starres,</l>
      <l n="229">But in our Selues, that we are vnderlings.</l>
      <l n="230">
         <hi rend="italic">Brutus</hi>and<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>: What should be in that<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>?</l>
      <l n="231">Why should that name be sounded more then yours</l>
      <l n="232">Write them together: Yours, is as faire a Name:</l>
      <l n="233">Sound them, it doth become the mouth aswell:</l>
      <l n="234">Weigh them, it is as heauy: Coniure with 'em,</l>
      <l n="235">
         <hi rend="italic">Brutus</hi>will start a Spirit as soone as<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>.</l>
      <l n="236">Now in the names of all the Gods at once,</l>
      <l n="237">Vpon what meate doth this our<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>feede,</l>
      <l n="238">That he is growne so great? Age, thou art sham'd.</l>
      <l n="239">Rome, thou hast lost the breed of Noble Bloods.</l>
      <l n="240">When went there by an Age, since the great Flood,</l>
      <l n="241">But it was fam'd with more then with one man?</l>
      <l n="242">When could they say (till now) that talk'd of Rome,</l>
      <l n="243">That her wide Walkes incompast but one man?</l>
      <l n="244">Now is it Rome indeed, and Roome enough</l>
      <l n="245">When there is in it but one onely man.</l>
      <l n="246">O! you and I, haue heard our Fathers say,</l>
      <l n="247">There was a<hi rend="italic">Brutus</hi>once, that would haue brook'd</l>
      <l n="248">Th'eternall Diuell to keepe his State in Rome,</l>
      <l n="249">As easily as a King.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <l n="250">That you do loue me, I am nothing iealous:</l>
      <l n="251">What you would worke me too, I haue some ayme:</l>
      <l n="252">How I haue thought of this, and of these times</l>
      <l n="253">I shall recount heereafter. For this present,</l>
      <l n="254">I would not so (with loue I might intreat you)</l>
      <l n="255">Be any further moou'd: What you haue said,</l>
      <l n="256">I will consider: what you haue to say</l>
      <l n="257">I will with patience heare, and finde a time</l>
      <l n="258">Both meete to heare, and answer such high things.</l>
      <l n="259">Till then, my Noble Friend, chew vpon this:</l>
      <l n="260">
         <hi rend="italic">Brutus</hi>had rather be a Villager,</l>
      <l n="261">Then to repute himselfe a Sonne of Rome</l>
      <l n="262">Vnder these hard Conditions, as this time</l>
      <l n="263">Is like to lay vpon vs.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <l n="264">I am glad that my weake words</l>
      <l n="265">Haue strucke but thus much shew of fire from<hi rend="italic">Brutus</hi>
      </l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Cæsar and his Traine.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-jc-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <l n="266">The Games are done,</l>
      <l n="267">And Cæsar is returning.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <l n="268">As they passe by,</l>
      <l n="269">Plucke<hi rend="italic">Caska</hi>by the Sleeue,</l>
      <l n="270">And he will (after his sowre fashion) tell you</l>
      <l n="271">What hath proceeded worthy note to day.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <l n="272">I will do so: but looke you<hi rend="italic">Cassius</hi>,</l>
      <l n="273">The angry spot doth glow on<hi rend="italic">Cæsars</hi>brow,</l>
      <l n="274">And all the rest, looke like a chidden Traine;</l>
      <l n="275">
         <hi rend="italic">Calphurnia's</hi>Cheeke is pale, and<hi rend="italic">Cicero</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="276">Lookes with such Ferret, and such fiery eyes</l>
      <l n="277">As we haue seene him in the Capitoll</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="278">Being crost in Conference, by some Senators.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <l n="279">
         <hi rend="italic">Caska</hi>will tell vs what the matter is.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cae">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cæs.</speaker>
      <l n="280">
         <hi rend="italic">Antonio</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-ant">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="281">
         <hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cae">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cæs.</speaker>
      <l n="282">Let me haue men about me, that are fat,</l>
      <l n="283">Sleeke‑headed men, and such as sleepe a‑nights:</l>
      <l n="284">Yond<hi rend="italic">Cassius</hi>has a leane and hungry looke,</l>
      <l n="285">He thinkes too much: such men are dangerous.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-ant">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="286">Feare him not<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>, he's not dangerous,</l>
      <l n="287">He is a Noble Roman, and well giuen.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cae">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cæs.</speaker>
      <l n="288">Would he were fatter; But I feare him not:</l>
      <l n="289">Yet if my name were lyable to feare,</l>
      <l n="290">I do not know the man I should auoyd</l>
      <l n="291">So soone as that spare<hi rend="italic">Cassius</hi>. He reades much,</l>
      <l n="292">He is a great Obseruer, and he looks</l>
      <l n="293">Quite through the Deeds of men. He loues no Playes,</l>
      <l n="294">As thou dost<hi rend="italic">Antony</hi>: he heares no Musicke;</l>
      <l n="295">Seldome he smiles, and smiles in such a sort</l>
      <l n="296">As if he mock'd himselfe, and scorn'd his spirit</l>
      <l n="297">That could be mou'd to smile at any thing.</l>
      <l n="298">Such men as he, be neuer at hearts ease,</l>
      <l n="299">Whiles they behold a greater then themselues,</l>
      <l n="300">And therefore are they very dangerous.</l>
      <l n="301">I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd,</l>
      <l n="302">Then what I feare: for alwayes I am Cæsar.</l>
      <l n="303">Come on my right hand, for this eare is deafe,</l>
      <l n="304">A<gap extent="1"
              unit="chars"
              reason="illegible"
              agent="partiallyInkedType"
              resp="#LMC"/>d tell me truely, what thou think'st of him.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic inline" type="business">Sennit.</stage>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt Cæsar and his Traine.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-jc-csc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cask.</speaker>
      <l n="305">You pul'd me by the cloake, would you speake
      <lb/>with me?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <l n="306">I<hi rend="italic">Caska</hi>, tell vs what hath chanc'd to day</l>
      <l n="307">That<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>lookes so sad.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-csc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cask.</speaker>
      <p n="308">Why you were with him, were you not?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <p n="309">I should not then aske<hi rend="italic">Caska</hi>what had chanc'd.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-csc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cask.</speaker>
      <p n="310">Why there was a Crowne offer'd him; &amp; being
      <lb n="311"/>offer'd him, he put it by with the backe of his hand thus,
      <lb n="312"/>and then the people fell a shouting.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <p n="313">What was the second noyse for?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-csc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cask.</speaker>
      <p n="314">Why for that too.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <p n="315">They shouted thrice: what was the last cry for?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-csc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cask.</speaker>
      <p n="316">Why for that too.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <p n="317">Was the Crowne offer'd him thrice?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-csc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cask.</speaker>
      <p n="318">I marry was't, and hee put it by thrice, euerie
      <lb n="319"/>time gentler then other; and at euery putting by, mine
      <lb n="320"/>honest Neighbors showted.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <p n="321">Who offer'd him the Crowne?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-csc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cask.</speaker>
      <p n="322">Why<hi rend="italic">Antony</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <p n="323">Tell vs the manner of it, gentle<hi rend="italic">Caska</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-csc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Caska.</speaker>
      <p n="324">I can as well bee hang'd as tell the manner of
      <lb n="325"/>it: It was meere Foolerie, I did not marke it. I sawe
      <lb n="326"/>
         <hi rend="italic">Marke Antony</hi>offer him a Crowne, yet 'twas not a
      <lb n="327"/>Crowne neyther, 'twas one of these Coronets: and as I
      <lb n="328"/>told you, hee put it by once: but for all that, to my thin­
      <lb n="329"/>king, he would faine haue had it. Then hee offered it to
      <lb n="330"/>him againe: then hee put it by againe: but to my think­
      <lb n="331"/>ing, he was very loath to lay his fingers off it. And then
      <lb n="332"/>he offered it the third time; hee put it the third time by,
      <lb n="333"/>and still as hee refus'd it, the rabblement howted, and
      <lb n="334"/>clap'd their chopt hands, and threw vppe their sweatie
      <lb n="335"/>Night‑cappes, and vttered such a deale of stinking
      <lb n="336"/>breath, because<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>refus'd the Crowne, that it had
      <lb n="337"/>(almost) choaked<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>: for hee swoonded, and fell
      <lb n="338"/>downe at it: And for mine owne part, I durst not laugh,
      <lb n="339"/>fo<gap extent="1"
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              resp="#LMC"/>
         <gap extent="3"
              unit="chars"
              reason="absent"
              agent="torn"
              resp="#LMC"/>re of opening my Lippes, and receyuing the bad
      <lb n="340"/>
         <gap extent="1"
              unit="words"
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              resp="#LMC"/>.</p>
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   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <p n="341">But soft I pray you: what, did Cæsar swound?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-csc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cask.</speaker>
      <p n="342">He fell downe in the Market‑place, and foam'd
      <lb n="343"/>at mouth, and was speechlesse.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Brut.</speaker>
      <p n="344">'Tis very like he hath the Falling sicknesse.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <l n="345">No, Cæsar hath it not: but you, and I,</l>
      <l n="346">And honest<hi rend="italic">Caska</hi>, we haue the Falling sicknesse.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-csc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cask.</speaker>
      <p n="347">I know not what you meane by that, but I am
      <lb n="348"/>sure<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>fell downe. If the tag‑ragge people did not
      <lb n="349"/>clap him, and hisse him, according as he pleas'd, and dis­
      <lb n="350"/>pleas'd them, as they vse to doe the Players in the Thea­
      <lb n="351"/>tre, I am no true man.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Brut.</speaker>
      <p n="352">What said he, when he came vnto himselfe?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-csc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cask.</speaker>
      <p n="353">Marry, before he fell downe, when he perceiu'd
      <lb n="354"/>the common Heard was glad he refus'd the Crowne, he
      <lb n="355"/>pluckt me ope his Doublet, and offer'd them his Throat
      <lb n="356"/>to cut: and I had beene a man of any Occupation, if I
      <lb n="357"/>would not haue taken him at a word, I would I might
      <lb n="358"/>goe to Hell among the Rogues, and so hee fell. When
      <lb n="359"/>he came to himselfe againe, hee said, If hee had done, or
      <lb n="360"/>said any thing amisse, he desir'd their Worships to thinke
      <lb n="361"/>it was his infirmitie. Three or foure Wenches where I
      <lb n="362"/>stood, cryed, Alasse good Soule, and forgaue him with
      <lb n="363"/>all their hearts: But there's no heed to be taken of them;
      <lb n="364"/>if<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>had stab'd their Mothers, they would haue done
      <lb n="365"/>no lesse.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Brut.</speaker>
      <p n="366">And after that, he came thus sad away.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-csc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cask.</speaker>
      <p n="367">I.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <p n="368">Did<hi rend="italic">Cicero</hi>say any thing?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-csc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cask.</speaker>
      <p n="369">I, he spoke Greeke.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <p n="370">To what effect?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-csc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cask.</speaker>
      <p n="371">Nay, and I tell you that, Ile ne're looke you
      <lb n="372"/>i'th'face againe. But those that vnderstood him, smil'd
      <lb n="373"/>at one another, and shooke their heads: but for mine
      <lb n="374"/>owne part, it was Greeke to me. I could tell you more
      <lb n="375"/>newes too:<hi rend="italic">Murrellus</hi>and<hi rend="italic">Flauius</hi>, for pulling Scarffes
      <lb n="376"/>off<hi rend="italic">Cæsars</hi>Images, are put to silence. Fare you well.
      <lb n="377"/>There was more Foolerie yet, if I could remem­
      <lb n="378"/>ber it.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <p n="379">Will you suppe with me to Night,<hi rend="italic">Caska</hi>?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-csc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cask.</speaker>
      <p n="380">No, I am promis'd forth.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <p n="381">Will you Dine with me to morrow?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-csc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cask.</speaker>
      <p n="382">I, if I be aliue, and your minde hold, and your
      <lb n="383"/>Dinner worth the eating.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <p n="384">Good, I will expect you.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-csc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cask.</speaker>
      <p n="385">Doe so: farewell both.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-jc-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Brut.</speaker>
      <l n="386">What a blunt fellow is this growne to be?</l>
      <l n="387">He was quick Mettle, when he went to Schoole.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <l n="388">So is he now, in execution</l>
      <l n="389">Of any bold, or Noble Enterprize,</l>
      <l n="390">How‑euer he puts on this tardie forme:</l>
      <l n="391">This Rudenesse is a Sawce to his good Wit,</l>
      <l n="392">Which giues men stomacke to disgest his words</l>
      <l n="393">With better Appetite.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Brut.</speaker>
      <l n="394">And so it is:</l>
      <l n="395">For this time I will leaue you:</l>
      <l n="396">To morrow, if you please to speake with me,</l>
      <l n="397">I will come home to you: or if you will,</l>
      <l n="398">Come home to me, and I will wait for you.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <l n="399">I will doe so: till then, thinke of the World.</l>
      <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Brutus.</stage>
      <l n="400">Well<hi rend="italic">Brutus</hi>, thou art Noble: yet I see,</l>
      <l n="401">Thy Honorable Mettle may be wrought</l>
      <l n="402">From that it is dispos'd: therefore it is meet,</l>
      <l n="403">That Noble mindes keepe euer with their likes:</l>
      <l n="404">For who so firme, that cannot be seduc'd?</l>
      <l n="405">
         <hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>doth beare me hard, but he loues<hi rend="italic">
            <gap extent="2"
                 unit="chars"
                 reason="illegible"
                 agent="Torn"
                 resp="#LMC"/>utus</hi>.</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="406">If I were<hi rend="italic">Brutus</hi>now, and he were<hi rend="italic">Cassius</hi>,</l>
      <l n="407">He should not humor me. I will this Night,</l>
      <l n="408">In seuerall Hands, in at his Windowes throw,</l>
      <l n="409">As if they came from seuerall Citizens,</l>
      <l n="410">Writings, all tending to the great opinion</l>
      <l n="411">That Rome holds of his Name: wherein obscurely</l>
      <l n="412">
         <hi rend="italic">Cæsars</hi>Ambition shall be glanced at.</l>
      <l n="413">And after this, let<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>seat him sure,</l>
      <l n="414">For wee will shake him, or worse dayes endure.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
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