Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods, And after feem to chide them. SLEEP. * Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of flumber : Thou haft no figures nor no fantafies, Which bufy care draws in the brains of men; SCENE III Portia's Speech to Brutus. You've ungently, Brutus, Stole from my bed and yefternight at fupper, I urg'd you further; then you fcratch'd your head, But with an angry wafture with your hand, *See p. 17 of this volume, and the 110th page of vol, I. See the 5th page of this volume, And could it work fo much upon your shape, SCENE IV. Calphurnia to Cæfar, on the Prodi gies feen the Night before his Death. * Cæfar, I never ftood on ceremonies, Yet now they fright me: there is one within, And graves have yawn'd, and yielded up their dead. In ranks and fquadrons, and right form of war, 'The noise of battle hurtled in the air; Caf. What can be avoided, Whofe end is purpos'd by the mighty gods? Cal. When beggars die, there are no comets feen; The heav'ns themselves blaze forth the death of princes. Against the Fear of Death Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once: The reader will be agreeably entertained, if he turns to the beginning of Hamlet, where he will find an account of thefe prodigies from our author, Virgil, and Ovid. Of Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me moft ftrange, that men fhould fear : (7) Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come. DANGER. Danger knows full well, That Cæfar is more dangerous than he. (8) We are two lions litter'd in one day, And I the elder and more terrible. SCENE VII. ENVY (9) My heart laments, that virtue cannot live Out of the teeth of emulation. ACT III. SCENE IV. REVEN G E. (10) Cæfar's fpirit, ranging for revenge, With Até by his fide, come hot from hell, (7) Seeing, &c.] The term of life is limited, Ne may a man prolong nor fhorten it. The foldier may not move from watchful fted, Shall Spenfer. (8) We are, &c.] The old folios read Wee beare, which Mr. Theobald, ingeniously enough, altered to we were; and Mr. Upton to we are, which is not only nearer the traces of the letters, but more agreeable to the fenfe of the paffage: for Cæfar fpeaks all thro' in the prefent tense: Danger knows, that Cæfar is more dangerous than he: we are two lions, twins, litter'd in one day, and I am the elder and more terrible. (9) See p. 70. foregoing. and n. 13. (10) Cæfar's, &c.] Mr. Seward obferves, that in those terrible graces fpoken of juft now (note 5.) no followers of Shakespear approach fo near him as Beaumont and Fletcher; of which he adds the Lines here quoted as a ftrong proof: F 3 Fix Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice, SCENE. V. Brutus's Speech to the People. If there be any in this affembly, any dear friend of Cæfar's, to him I fay, that Brutus's love to Cæfar was no less than his. If then that friend demand, why Brutus rofe against Cæfar, this is my answer; not that I lov'd Cæfar lefs, but that I lov'd Rome more. Had you rather Cæfar were living, and dye all flaves than that Cæfar were dead, to live all free-men? As Cæfar lov'd me, I weep for him ; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him but as he was ambitious, I flew him. There are tears for his love, joy for his fortune, honour for his valour, and death for his ambition. Who's here fo base, that would be a bond-man? If any, fpeak; for him have I offended. Who is here fo rude, that would not be a Roman? If any, fpeak; for him have I offended. Who is here fo vile, that will not love his country? If any, fpeak; for him have I offended. Fix not your Empire Upon the tomb of him, will shake all Egypt: Destructions darting from their looks. The Falfe One, A. 2. S. 1. There is fomething very great and aftonishing in the following paffage from Ben Johnson, tho' not very famous for fuch daring Rights. Catiline fays to his foldiers, Methinks I fee death, and the furies waiting For the great fpectacle. Draw then your fwords, &c. See Catiline, A& 5. SCENE SCENE VI. Antony's Funeral Oration. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears I come to bury Cæfar, not to praise him. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Did this in Cæfar feem ambitious? When that the poor have cry'd, Cæfar hath wept ; Yet Brutus fays, he was ambitious; Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition? And, fure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to difprove what Brutus fpoke; You all did love him once, not without cause: What caufe with-holds you then to mourn for him? O judgment thou art fled to brutish beafts, F 4 And |