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The Tragedie of Iulius Cæsar. 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.
[345]
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

[350]

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

[355]

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

[360]

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

[365]

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.
[370]

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

[375]

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.
[380]

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.
[385]

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,
[390]
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:
[395]
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.
[400]
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?
[405]
Cæsar doth beare me hard, but he loues utus .

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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,
[410]
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.
Exit.
[Act 1, Scene 3] Thunder, and Lightning. Enter Caska, and Cicero. Cic.
[415]
Good euen, Caska: brought you Cæsar home? Why are you breathlesse, and why stare you so?
Cask. Are not you mou'd, when all the sway of Earth Shakes, like a thing vnfirme? O Cicero, I haue seene Tempests, when the scolding Winds
[420]
Haue riu'd the knottie Oakes, and I haue seene Th'ambitious Ocean swell, and rage, and foame, To be exalted with the threatning Clouds: But neuer till to Night, neuer till now, Did I goe through a Tempest‑dropping‑fire.
[425]
Eyther there is a Ciuill strife in Heauen, Or else the World, too sawcie with the Gods, Incenses them to send destruction.
Cic. Why, saw you any thing more wonderfull? Cask. A common slaue, you know him well by sight,
[430]
Held vp his left Hand, which did flame and burne Like twentie Torches ioyn'd; and yet his Hand, Not sensible of fire, remain'd vnscorch'd. Besides, I ha'not since put vp my Sword, Against the Capitoll I met a Lyon,
[435]
Who glaz'd vpon me, and went surly by, Without annoying me. And there were drawne Vpon a heape, a hundred gastly Women, Transformed with their feare, who swore, they saw Men, all in fire, walke vp and downe the streetes.
[440]
And yesterday, the Bird of Night did sit, Euen at Noone‑day, vpon the Market place, Howting, and shreeking. When these Prodigies Doe so conioyntly meet, let not men say, These are their Reasons, they are Naturall:
[445]
For I beleeue, they are portentous things Vnto the Clymate, that they point vpon.
Cic. Indeed, it is a strange disposed time: But men may construe things after their fashion, Cleane from the purpose of the things themselues.
[450]
Comes Cæsar to the Capitoll to morrow?
Cask. He doth: for he did bid Antonio Send word to you, he would be there to morrow. Cic. Good‑night then, Caska: This disturbed Skie is not to walke in. Cask.
[455]

Farewell Cicero.

Exit Cicero. Enter Cassius. Cassi.

Who's there?

Cask.

A Romane.

Cassi.

Caska, by your Voyce.

Cask. Your Eare is good.
[460]
Cassius, what Night is this?
Cassi.

A very pleasing Night to honest men.

Cask.

Who euer knew the Heauens menace so?

Cassi. Those that haue knowne the Earth so full of faults. For

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[Act 1, Scene 3] Thunder, and Lightning. Enter Caska, and Cicero. Cic.
[415]
Good euen, Caska: brought you Cæsar home? Why are you breathlesse, and why stare you so?
Cask. Are not you mou'd, when all the sway of Earth Shakes, like a thing vnfirme? O Cicero, I haue seene Tempests, when the scolding Winds
[420]
Haue riu'd the knottie Oakes, and I haue seene Th'ambitious Ocean swell, and rage, and foame, To be exalted with the threatning Clouds: But neuer till to Night, neuer till now, Did I goe through a Tempest‑dropping‑fire.
[425]
Eyther there is a Ciuill strife in Heauen, Or else the World, too sawcie with the Gods, Incenses them to send destruction.
Cic. Why, saw you any thing more wonderfull? Cask. A common slaue, you know him well by sight,
[430]
Held vp his left Hand, which did flame and burne Like twentie Torches ioyn'd; and yet his Hand, Not sensible of fire, remain'd vnscorch'd. Besides, I ha'not since put vp my Sword, Against the Capitoll I met a Lyon,
[435]
Who glaz'd vpon me, and went surly by, Without annoying me. And there were drawne Vpon a heape, a hundred gastly Women, Transformed with their feare, who swore, they saw Men, all in fire, walke vp and downe the streetes.
[440]
And yesterday, the Bird of Night did sit, Euen at Noone‑day, vpon the Market place, Howting, and shreeking. When these Prodigies Doe so conioyntly meet, let not men say, These are their Reasons, they are Naturall:
[445]
For I beleeue, they are portentous things Vnto the Clymate, that they point vpon.
Cic. Indeed, it is a strange disposed time: But men may construe things after their fashion, Cleane from the purpose of the things themselues.
[450]
Comes Cæsar to the Capitoll to morrow?
Cask. He doth: for he did bid Antonio Send word to you, he would be there to morrow. Cic. Good‑night then, Caska: This disturbed Skie is not to walke in. Cask.
[455]

Farewell Cicero.

Exit Cicero. Enter Cassius. Cassi.

Who's there?

Cask.

A Romane.

Cassi.

Caska, by your Voyce.

Cask. Your Eare is good.
[460]
Cassius, what Night is this?
Cassi.

A very pleasing Night to honest men.

Cask.

Who euer knew the Heauens menace so?

Cassi. Those that haue knowne the Earth so full of faults. For my part, I haue walk'd about the streets,
[465]
Submitting me vnto the perillous Night; And thus vnbraced, Caska, as you see, Haue bar'd my Bosome to the Thunder‑stone: And when the crosse blew Lightning seem'd to open The Brest of Heauen, I did present my selfe
[470]
Euen in the ayme, and very flash of it.
Cask. But wherefore did you so much tempt the Hea­ (uens? It is the part of men, to feare and tremble, When the most mightie Gods, by tokens send Such dreadfull Heraulds, to astonish vs. Cassi.
[475]
You are dull, Caska: And those sparkes of Life, that should be in a Roman, You doe want, or else you vse not. You looke pale, and gaze, and put on feare, And cast your selfe in wonder,
[480]
To see the strange impatience of the Heauens: But if you would consider the true cause, Why all these Fires, why all these gliding Ghosts, Why Birds and Beasts, from qualitie and kinde, Why Old men, Fooles, and Children calculate,
[485]
Why all these things change from their Ordinance, Their Natures, and pre‑formed Faculties, To monstrous qualitie; why you shall finde, That Heauen hath infuse'd them with these Spirits, To make them Instruments of feare, and warning,
[490]
Vnto some monstrous State. Now could I ( Caska) name to thee a man, Most like this dreadfull Night, That Thunders, Lightens, opens Graues, and roares, As doth the Lyon in the Capitoll:
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A man no mightier then thy selfe, or me, In personall action; yet prodigious growne, And fearefull, as these strange eruptions are.
Cask. 'Tis Cæsar that you meane: Is it not, Cassius? Cassi.
[500]
Let it be who it is: for Romans now Haue Thewes, and Limbes, like to their Ancestors; But woe the while, our Fathers mindes are dead, And we are gouern'd with our Mothers spirits, Our yoake, and sufferance, shew vs Womanish.
Cask.
[505]
Indeed, they say, the Senators to morrow Meane to establish Cæsar as a King: And he shall weare his Crowne by Sea, and Land, In euery place, saue here in Italy.
Cassi. I know where I will weare this Dagger then;
[510]
Cassius from Bondage will deliuer Cassius: Therein, yee Gods, you make the weake most strong; Therein, yee Gods, you Tyrants doe defeat. Nor Stonie Tower, nor Walls of beaten Brasse, Nor ayre‑lesse Dungeon, nor strong Linkes of Iron,
[515]
Can be retentiue to the strength of spirit: But Life being wearie of these worldly Barres, Neuer lacks power to dismisse it selfe. If I know this, know all the World besides, That part of Tyrannie that I doe beare,
[520]
I can shake off at pleasure.
Thunder still. Cask. So can I: So euery Bond‑man in his owne hand beares The power to cancell his Captiuitie. Cassi. And why should Cæsar be a Tyrant then?
[525]
Poore man, I know he would not be a Wolfe, But that he sees the Romans are but Sheepe: He were no Lyon, were not Romans Hindes. Those that with haste will make a mightie fire, Begin it with weake Strawes. What trash is Rome?
[530]
What Rubbish, and what Offall? when it serues For the base matter, to illuminate So vile a thing as Cæsar. But oh Griefe, Where hast thou led me? I (perhaps) speake this Before a willing Bond‑man: then I know
[535]
My answere must be made. But I am arm'd, And dangers are to me indifferent.
Cask. You speake to Caska, and to such a man, That is no flearing Tell‑tale. Hold, my Hand: Be factious for redresse of all these Griefes,
[540]
And I will set this foot of mine as farre, As who goes farthest.
Cassi. There's a Bargaine made. Now know you, Caska, I haue mou'd already Some certaine of the Noblest minded Romans
[545]
To vnder‑goe, with me, an Enterprize, Of Honorable dangerous consequence; And I doe know by this, they stay for me In Pompeyes Porch: for now this fearefull Night, There is no stirre, or walking in the streetes;
[550]
And the Complexion of the Element Is Fauors, like the Worke we haue in hand, Most bloodie, fierie, and most terrible.
Enter Cinna. Caska. Stand close a while, for heere comes one in haste. Cassi. 'Tis Cinna, I doe know him by his Gate,
[555]
He is a friend. Cinna, where haste you so?
Cinna. To finde out you: Who's that, Metellus Cymber? Cassi. No, it is Caska, one incorporate To our Attempts. Am I not stay'd for, Cinna? Cinna. I am glad on't.
[560]
What a fearefull Night is this? There's two or three of vs haue seene strange sights.
Cassi. Am I not stay'd for? tell me. Cinna. Yes, you are. O Cassius, If you could but winne the Noble Brutus
[565]
To our party⸺
Cassi. Be you content. Good Cinna, take this Paper, And looke you lay it in the Pretors Chayre, Where Brutus may but finde it: and throw this In at his Window; set this vp with Waxe
[570]
Vpon old Brutus Statue: all this done, Repaire to Pompeyes Porch, where you shall finde vs. Is Decius Brutus and Trebonius there?
Cinna. All, but Metellus Cymber, and hee's gone To seeke you at your house. Well, I will hie,
[575]
And so bestow these Papers as you bad me.
Cassi. That done, repayre to Pompeyes Theater. Exit Cinna. Come Caska, you and I will yet, ere day, See Brutus at his house: three parts of him Is ours alreadie, and the man entire
[580]
Vpon the next encounter, yeelds him ours.
Cask. O, he sits high in all the Peoples hearts: And that which would appeare Offence in vs, His Countenance, like richest Alchymie, Will change to Vertue, and to Worthinesse. Cassi.
[585]
Him, and his worth, and our great need of him, You haue right well conceited: let vs goe, For it is after Mid‑night, and ere day, We will awake him, and be sure of him.
Exeunt.
 

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      <l n="517">Neuer lacks power to dismisse it selfe.</l>
      <l n="518">If I know this, know all the World besides,</l>
      <l n="519">That part of Tyrannie that I doe beare,</l>
      <l n="520">I can shake off at pleasure.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Thunder still.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-jc-csc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cask.</speaker>
      <l n="521">So can I:</l>
      <l n="522">So euery Bond‑man in his owne hand beares</l>
      <l n="523">The power to cancell his Captiuitie.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <l n="524">And why should<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>be a Tyrant then?</l>
      <l n="525">Poore man, I know he would not be a Wolfe,</l>
      <l n="526">But that he sees the Romans are but Sheepe:</l>
      <l n="527">He were no Lyon, were not Romans Hindes.</l>
      <l n="528">Those that with haste will make a mightie fire,</l>
      <l n="529">Begin it with weake Strawes. What trash is Rome?</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="530">What Rubbish, and what Offall? when it serues</l>
      <l n="531">For the base matter, to illuminate</l>
      <l n="532">So vile a thing as<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>. But oh Griefe,</l>
      <l n="533">Where hast thou led me? I (perhaps) speake this</l>
      <l n="534">Before a willing Bond‑man: then I know</l>
      <l n="535">My answere must be made. But I am arm'd,</l>
      <l n="536">And dangers are to me indifferent.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-csc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cask.</speaker>
      <l n="537">You speake to<hi rend="italic">Caska</hi>, and to such a man,</l>
      <l n="538">That is no flearing Tell‑tale. Hold, my Hand:</l>
      <l n="539">Be factious for redresse of all these Griefes,</l>
      <l n="540">And I will set this foot of mine as farre,</l>
      <l n="541">As who goes farthest.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <l n="542">There's a Bargaine made.</l>
      <l n="543">Now know you,<hi rend="italic">Caska</hi>, I haue mou'd already</l>
      <l n="544">Some certaine of the Noblest minded Romans</l>
      <l n="545">To vnder‑goe, with me, an Enterprize,</l>
      <l n="546">Of Honorable dangerous consequence;</l>
      <l n="547">And I doe know by this, they stay for me</l>
      <l n="548">In<hi rend="italic">Pompeyes</hi>Porch: for now this fearefull Night,</l>
      <l n="549">There is no stirre, or walking in the streetes;</l>
      <l n="550">And the Complexion of the Element</l>
      <l n="551">Is Fauors, like the Worke we haue in hand,</l>
      <l n="552">Most bloodie, fierie, and most terrible.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Cinna.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-jc-csc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Caska.</speaker>
      <l n="553">Stand close a while, for heere comes one in
      <lb/>haste.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <l n="554">'Tis<hi rend="italic">Cinna</hi>, I doe know him by his Gate,</l>
      <l n="555">He is a friend.<hi rend="italic">Cinna</hi>, where haste you so?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cin">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cinna.</speaker>
      <l n="556">To finde out you: Who's that,<hi rend="italic">Metellus</hi>
         
      <lb/>
         <hi rend="italic">Cymber</hi>?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <l n="557">No, it is<hi rend="italic">Caska</hi>, one incorporate</l>
      <l n="558">To our Attempts. Am I not stay'd for,<hi rend="italic">Cinna</hi>?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cin">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cinna.</speaker>
      <l n="559">I am glad on't.</l>
      <l n="560">What a fearefull Night is this?</l>
      <l n="561">There's two or three of vs haue seene strange sights.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <l n="562">Am I not stay'd for? tell me.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cin">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cinna.</speaker>
      <l n="563">Yes, you are. O<hi rend="italic">Cassius</hi>,</l>
      <l n="564">If you could but winne the Noble<hi rend="italic">Brutus</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="565">To our party⸺</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <l n="566">Be you content. Good<hi rend="italic">Cinna</hi>, take this Paper,</l>
      <l n="567">And looke you lay it in the Pretors Chayre,</l>
      <l n="568">Where<hi rend="italic">Brutus</hi>may but finde it: and throw this</l>
      <l n="569">In at his Window; set this vp with Waxe</l>
      <l n="570">Vpon old<hi rend="italic">Brutus</hi>Statue: all this done,</l>
      <l n="571">Repaire to<hi rend="italic">Pompeyes</hi>Porch, where you shall finde vs.</l>
      <l n="572">Is<hi rend="italic">Decius Brutus</hi>and<hi rend="italic">Trebonius</hi>there?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cin">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cinna.</speaker>
      <l n="573">All, but<hi rend="italic">Metellus Cymber</hi>, and hee's gone</l>
      <l n="574">To seeke you at your house. Well, I will hie,</l>
      <l n="575">And so bestow these Papers as you bad me.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <l n="576">That done, repayre to<hi rend="italic">Pompeyes</hi>Theater.</l>
      <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Cinna.</stage>
      <l n="577">Come<hi rend="italic">Caska</hi>, you and I will yet, ere day,</l>
      <l n="578">See<hi rend="italic">Brutus</hi>at his house: three parts of him</l>
      <l n="579">Is ours alreadie, and the man entire</l>
      <l n="580">Vpon the next encounter, yeelds him ours.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-csc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cask.</speaker>
      <l n="581">O, he sits high in all the Peoples hearts:</l>
      <l n="582">And that which would appeare Offence in vs,</l>
      <l n="583">His Countenance, like richest Alchymie,</l>
      <l n="584">Will change to Vertue, and to Worthinesse.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <l n="585">Him, and his worth, and our great need of him,</l>
      <l n="586">You haue right well conceited: let vs goe,</l>
      <l n="587">For it is after Mid‑night, and ere day,</l>
      <l n="588">We will awake him, and be sure of him.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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