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In awe of such a Thing as I my self.
I was born free as Cæfar, so were you, bo
We both have fed as well, and we can Goth
Endure the Winters cold, as well as he.
For once, upon a raw and gusty Day,
The troubled Tyber chafing with his Shores,
Cæfar says to me, Dar'st chou Cassius now
Leap in with me into this angry Flood,
And swim to yonder Point? Upon the word,
Accoutred as I was, I plunged in,
And bad him follow ; lo indeed he did.
The Torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it,
With lusty Sinews, throwing it aside,
And ftemming it with Hearts of Controversie.
But e'er we could arrive the Point propos’d,
Cafar cry'd, Help me. Cassius, or I sink.
I, as Æneas, our great Ancestor,
Did from the Flames of Troy, upon his Shoulder
The old Anchises bear, fo, from the Waves of Tyber
Did I the tired Cæfar: And this Man
Is now become a God, and Caffius is
A wretched Creature, and must bend his Body,
If Çæfar carelesly but nod on him.
He had a Feaver 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,
His coward Lips did from their Colour fly,
And that same Eye, whose bend doth awe the World,
Did lose his Lustre; I did hear him
Ay, and that Tongue of his that bad the Romans.
Mark him, and write his Speeches in their Books,
Alas! it cryed
- Give me some drink, Titinius-
As a sick Girl. Ye Gods, it doth amaze mey,
A Man of such a feeble Temper should
So get the Start of the majestick World,
And bear the Palm alone.
Bru. Another general Shout?
I do believe, that these Applauses are
For some new Honours that are heap'd on Cafar.
Caf. Why Man, he doth bestride the narrow World
Like a Colossus, and we petty Men
Walk under his huge Legs, and peep
To find our felves dishonourable Graves.
Men at fome times are Masters of their Fates :
The Fault, dear Brutus, is not in our Stars,
But in our felves, that we are Underlings.
Brutus and Cæfar. What should be in that Cæfar?
Why should that oame be founded more than yours?
Write them together; yours is as fair a Name;
Sound chem, it doch become the Mouth as well,
Weigh them, it is as heavy; Conjure with 'em,
Brutus will start a Spirit as foon as Cæfar.
Now in the Names of all the Gods at once,
Upon what Meat doth this our Cæfar feed,
That he is grown so great ? Age, ohou art thamid;
Rome, thou hast loft the breed of noble Bloods.
When went there by an Age, since the great Flood,
Bur it was fam’d with more than with one Man?
When could they say, 'till now, that talk'd of Rome,
That her wide Walks incompaft but one Man?
Now is it Rome indeed, and Room enough
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 brook'd
Th' eternal Devil to keep his State in Rome,
As easily as a King.
Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous ;
What you would work me to, I have some aim;
How I have thought of this, and of these times
I shall recount hereafter: For this present,
I would not so (with Love I might intreat you)
Be any further movid. What you have said,
I will consider; what you have to say
I will with Patience hear, and find a time
Both meet to hear, and answer such high Thing
Till then, my noble Friend, chew upon
Brutus had rather be a Villager,
Than to repute himself a Son of Rome
Under such hard Conditions, as this Time
Is like to lay upon us.
Caf. I am glad that my weak Words
Have struck but thus much thew of Fire from Brutas,
Enter Cæfar and his Train.
Bru. The Games are done, and Cæfar is returning
Caf. As they pass by, pluck Caska by the Sleeve,
And he will, after his lowre Fashion, tell you
What hath proceeded worthy Note to day.
Bru, I will do fo: But look you, Caffius,
The angry spot doth blow on Cafar's Brow,
And all the rest look like a chidden Train;
Calphurnia's Cheek is pale, and Cicero
Looks with such Ferret, and such fiery Eyes
As we have seen him in the Capitol,
Being crost in Conference with some Senators.
Caf. Caska will tell us what the Matter is.
C&. Let me have Men about me that are Fat,
Sleek-headed Men, and such as sleep a-Nights":
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry Look,
He thinks too much; such Men are dangerous.
Ant. Fear him not, Cefar, he's not dangerous,
He is a noble Roman, and well given.
Caf. 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 thou dost, Antony; he hears no Mufick :
Seldom he smiles, and smiles in fuch a fort
As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his Spirit
That could be mov'd to smile at any thing.
Such Men as he be never at Hearts ease,
Whilst they behold a greater than themselves,
And therefore are they very dangerous.
I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd,
Than what I fear; for always I am Cefar.
Come on my right Hand, for this Ear is deaf,
And tell me truly, what thou think'st of him.
[Exeunt Cæsar and his Train. Cask. You pulled me by the Cloak, would you speak with me?
Bru. Ay Caska, tell us what hath chanc'd to Day,
That Cefar looks so fad.
Cask. Why you were with him, were you not?
Bru. I should not then ask Caska what had chanc'd.
Cask. Why, there was a Crown offer'd him; and being offer'd him, he put it by with the back of his Hand, thus, and then the People fell a Shouting.
Bru. What was the fecond Noise for?
Cask. Why, for that too,
Caf. They shouted thrice; what was the last Cry for?
Cask. Why, for that too.
Bru. Was the Crown offer'd him thrice?
Cask. Ay marry was’t, 'and he put it by thrice, every time gentler than other; and at every putting by, mine honest Neighbours shouted.
Caf. Who offer'd him the Crown?
Cask. Why, Antony.
Bru. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Caska.
Cask. I can as well be hang'd as tell the manner of it:
meer Foolery, I did not mark it. I saw Mark Antony offer him a Crown, yet 'twas not a Crown neither, 'cwas one of these Coronets; and, as I told! you, he put it by once ; but for all that, to my thinking, he would fain have had it. · Then he offered it to him again ; then he pür it by again ; but, to my thinking, he was very to lay his Fingers off it. And then he offered it the third time; he put it the third time by; and still as he refus'd it, the Rabblement houted, and clapp'd their chopt Hands, and threw up their sweaty Night-caps, and uttered such a deal of stipking Breath, because Cafar refus'd the Crown, that it had almost choaked Cefar; for he swooned, and fell down at it : And for mine own part, I durft not laugh, for fear of opening my Lips, and receiving the bad Air.
Caf. But fost I pray you ; .what, did Cafar (woon?
Cask. He fell down in the Market-place, and formid at Mouth, and was speechlesse
Brm. 'Tis very like, he hạth the Falling.Sickness.
Caf. No, Cefar hath it not; but you, and I, And honest Caska ; we have the Falling-Sickness.
Cask. I know not what you mean by that; but I am sure Cæfar fell down; if the tag-rag People did not clap him, and hiss him, according as he pleas’d, and displeas'd them, as they use to do the Players in the Theatre, I am no, true Man.
Brw. Whạt said he, when he came unto himself?
Cask. Marry, before he fell down, whep he perceiv'd the common Herd was glad he refus'd the Crown, he pluckt me ope his Doublet, and offer'd them his Throat to cut; and I had been a Man of any Occupation, if I would not have taken him at a word, I would I might go to Hell among the Rogues; and fo he fell. When he came to himself again, he said, If he had done, or faid any thing amiss, he defir'd their Worships to think it was his Infirmity. Three or four Wenches where I stood, cryed, Alas, good Soul and forgave him with all their Hearts : Bụt there's no heed to be taken of them ; if Cafar had ftabb;d their Mothers, they would have done no less.
Bru. And after that, he came, thus sad, away.
Caf. Did Cicero say any thing?
Cask. Ay, he spoke Greek.
Caf. To what effe&?
Çask. Nay, and I tell you that, I'll ne'er look you i'th' Face again. But those that understood him, smild at one another, and shook their Heads ; but for mine own part it was Greek to me. I could tell you more News too: Mys rellus and Flavius, for pulling Scarffs off Casar’s Images, are put to Silence. Fare you well. There was more Foolery yet, if I could remember it.
Caf. Will you fup with me to Night, Caska?
Cask. No, I am promis’d forth.
Caf. Will you dipe with me to Morrow?
Cask, Ay, if I be alive, and your Mind hold, and your
Dinner be worth the eating.
Caf. Good, I will expe& you.