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Let’s carve him as a dish fit for the gods,
* Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of flumber:
Scene III Portia's Speech to Brutus.
† You've ungently, Brutus,
* See p. 17 of this volume, and the isoth page of vol. 1. I See the 5th page of this volume,
And could it work so much upon your shape,
Scene IV. Calphurnia to Cæsar, on the Prodi.
gies seen the Night before his Death.
Cal. What can be avoided,
Cal. When beggars die, there are no conets seen ; The beav'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 be agreeably entertained, if he turns to the beginning of Hamlet, where he will find an account of these prodigies from our author, Virgil, and Ovid,
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
DA NG E R.
Danger knows full well,
SCENE VII. ENVY.
(9) My heart laments, that virtue cannot live Out of the teeth of emulation.
ACT III. SCENE IV.
Shall (7) Seeing, &c.]
The term of life is limited,
Nor leave his stand, until his captaine bed. Spenser.
(9) See p. 70, foregoing, and n. 13.
(10) Cæsar's, &c.] Mr. Seward observes, that in those terrible graces spoken of just now (note 5.) no followers of Shakespear approach so near him as Beaumont and Fletcher ; of which he adds the Lines here quoted as a strong proof :
Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice,
SCENE. V. Brutus's Speech to the People. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Cæiar's, to him I say, that Brutus's love to Cæfar was no less than his. If then that friend demand, why Brutus rose against Cæsar, this is my answer ; not that I lov'd Cæsar less, but that I lov'd Rome more. Had you rather Cæsar were living, and dye all flaves : than that Cæsar were dead, to live all free-men ? As Cæfar lov’d me, I weep for him ; as he was forturate, 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 so base, that would be a bond-man ? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude, that would not be a Roman ? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here fo vile, that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended.
Fix not your Empire
The False One, A. F. S. L. There is something very great and astonishing in the following paffage from Ben Johnson, tho' not very famous for such daring fights. Catiline says to his soldiers,
Methinks I fee death, and the furies waiting
See Catiline, Act 5.
SCENE VI. Antony's Funeral Oration.
Cæsar was ambitious ; If it were fo, it was a grievous fault ; And grievously hath Cæsar answer'd it. Here, under leave of Brutus, and the rest, (For Brutus is an honourable man, So are they all, all honourable men) Come 1 to speak in Cæsar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me ; But Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill ; Did this in Cæfar seem ambitious ? When that the poor have cry'd, Cæsar hath wept ; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff. Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did fee, that on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious, And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus fpoke; But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause with-holds you then to mourn for him? O judgment ! thou art fled to brutish beasts,