Casca. O, he sits high, in all the people's hearts : Will change to virtue, and to worthiness. Cas. Him, and his worth, and our great need of him, You have right well conceited. Let us go, For it is after midnight; and, ere day, We will awake him, and be sure of him. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE 1.-The same. BRUTUS's Orchard. Enter BRUTUS. Bru. WHAT, Lucius! ho! I cannot, by the progress of the stars, Give guess how near to day.-Lucius, I say! Luc. Call'd you, my lord? Bru. Get me a taper in my study, Lucius : When it is lighted, come and call me here. Luc. I will, my lord. [Exit. Bru. It must be by his death and, for my part, I know no personal cause to spurn at him, But for the general. He would be crown'd : How that might change his nature, there's the question. It is the bright day, that brings forth the adder; And that craves wary walking. Crown him ?—That ;— That at his will he may do danger with. Remorse from power:4 And, to speak truth of Cæsar, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Then, lest he may, prevent. And, since the quarrel (49 Remorse for mercy. WARB. [5] That is, low steps. JOHNS. Will bear no colour for the thing he is, 6 Re-enter LUCIUS. Luc. The taper burneth in your closet, sir. Bru. Look in the calendar, and bring me word. Bru. The exhalations, whizzing in the air, [Exit. [Opens the letter, and reads. Such instigations have been often dropp'd Shall Rome &c. Thus must I piece it out; Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? What! Rome? The Tarquin drive, when he was call'd a king. To speak, and strike? O Rome! I make thee promise, Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus ! Re-enter LUCIUS. Luc. Sir, March is wasted fourteen days. [Knock within. [Exit LUCIUS. Bru. 'Tis good. Go to the gate; somebody knocks. Since Cassius first did whet me against Cæsar, I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing [6] According to his nature. JOHNS. [71 That nice critic, Dionysius of Halicarnassus, complains that of all kind of beauties, those great strokes, which he calls the terrible graces, and which The genius, and the mortal instruments, The nature of an insurrection. Re-enter LUCIUS. Luc. Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door, Who doth desire to see you. Bru. Is he alone? Luc. No, sir, there are more with him. Bru. Do you know them? Luc. No,sir; their hats are pluck'd about their ears, And half their faces buried in their cloaks, That by no means I may discover them By any mark of favour. Bru. Let them enter. They are the faction. O conspiracy! [Exit LUCIUS. Sham'st thou to show thy dangerous brow by night, When evils are most free? O, then, by day, Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none, conspiracy; Hide in it smiles, and affability : For if thou path thy native semblance on, 2 Not Erebus itself were dim enough To hide thee from prevention. Enter CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS,CINNA, METELLUS CIMBER, and TREBONIUS. Cas. I think we are too bold upon your rest: Good-morrow, Brutus ; Do we trouble you? are so frequent in Homer, are not to be found in any of the following writers. Among our countrymen, it seems to be as much confined to the British Homer. This description of the condition of conspirators, before the execution of their design, has a pomp and terror in it that perfectly astonishes. The excellent Mr. Addison, whose modesty made him sometimes diffident of his own genius, but whose true judgment always led him to the safest guides (as we may see by those fine strokes in his Cato borrowed from the Philippics of Cicero) has paraphrased this fine description; but we are no longer to expect those terrible graces which animate his original. "O think, what anxious moments pass between The birth of plots, and their last fatal periods. Oh, 'tis a dreadful interval of time, Fill'd up with horror all, and big with death." Cato. WARB. Shakspeare is describing what passes in a single bosom, the insurrection which a conspirator feels agitating the little kingdom of his own mind; when the genius, or power that watches for his protection, and the mortal instruments, the passions, which excite him to a deed of honour and danger, are in council and debate; when the desire of action and the care of safety keep the mind in continual fluctuation and disturbance. JOHNS. [9] Cassius married Junia, Brutus's sister STEEV. [1] Any distinctions of countenance. JOHNS. [2] If thou walk in thy true form. JOHNS. Bru. I have been up this hour; awake, all night. Cas. Yes, every man of them ; and no man here, Which every noble Roman bears of you. Bru. He is welcome hither. Cas. This Decius Brutus. Bru. He is welcome too. Cas. This, Casca; this, Cinna; And this, Metellus Cimber. Bru. They are all welcome. What watchful cares do interpose themselves Betwixt your eyes and night ? Cas. Shall I entreat a word? [They whisper. Dec. Here lies the east: Doth not the day break here? Casca. No. Cin. O, pardon, sir, it doth; and yon grey lines, That fret the clouds, are messengers of day. Casca. You shall confess, that you are both deceiv'd. Here, as I point my sword, the sun arises; Which is a great way growing on the south, Some two months hence, up higher toward the north Bru. Give me your hands all over, one by one. Bru. No, not an oath: If not the face of men,3 To kindle cowards, and to steel with valour 13 Mr. Mason would read faiths of men, which might easily have been confounded with face. MÅL. [4] Perhaps the poet alluded to the custom of decimation, i. e. the selection by lot of every tenth soldier, in a general mutiny, for punishment. STEEV. And will not palter ?5 and what other oath, That this shall be, or we will fall for it? Nor the insuppressive mettle of our spirits, If he do break the smallest particle Of any promise that hath pass'd from him. Cas. But what of Cicero? Shall we sound him? I think, he will stand very strong with us. Cim. No, by no means. Met. O let us have him; for his silver hairs And buy men's voices to commend our deeds: Bru. O, name him not let us not break with him ; For he will never follow any thing That other men begin. Cas. Then leave him out. Casca. Indeed, he is not fit. Dec. Shall no man else be touch'd but only Cæsar? Cas. Decius, well urg'd :—I think it is not meet, Mark Antony, so well belov❜d of Cæsar, Should outlive Cæsar: We shall find of him As to annoy us all which to prevent, Let Antony, and Cæsar, fall together. Bru. Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius, To cut the head off, and then hack the limbs ; Like wrath in death, and envy afterwards :7 For Antony is but a limb of Cæsar. [5] Will not fly from his engagements. MAL. [6] Bulloker, in his English expositor, 1616, explains cautelous thus, "Warie, circumspect." MAL. [7] Envy is here, as almost always in Shakspeare's plays, malice. MAL. |