1 Then must I think, you would not have it fo. Bru. I would not, Caffius; yet I love him well: Set Honour in one eye, and Death i'th' other,- The name of Honour, more than I fear Death. In awe of fuch a thing as I my felf. We Both have fed as well; and we can Both: The (3) And I will look on both indifferently;] What a contradiction to this, are. the lines immediately fucceeding? If he lov'd Honour, more than he fear'd Death, how could they be both indifferent to him? Honour thus is but in equal balance to Death, which is not fpeaking at all like Brutus: for, in a foldier of any ordinary pretenfion, it should always preponderate. We mult certainly read, And I will look on Death indifferently.. What occafion'd the corruption, I prefume, was, the tranfcribers imagining the adverb ind fferently must be applied to two things oppos'd. But the ufe of the word does not demand it; nor does Shakespeare always apply it fo. In the prefent paffage it fignifies neglectingly without Fear, or Concern: And fo Cafea afterwards, again in this Act, employs it. And dangers are to me indifferent. i. e. I weigh them not; am not detear'd on the score of danger.: Mr. Warburton. (4) For once upon a raw and gufty day,] This may, perhaps, appear a very odd amufement for two of the greatest men in Rome. But it appears, this was an ufual exercise for the nobility, that delighted in the hardy use of arms, and were not enervated, from this paffage of Horace, l. 1. Ode 8. Cur timet flavum Tiberim tangere ?* Upon The troubled Tiber chafing with his shores, "And swim to yonder point?"-Upon the word, And bid him follow; fo, indeed, he did. Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder` Is now become a God; and Caffius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body,, He had a fever 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; And that fame eye, whofe Bend doth awe the World, Bru. Another general fhout I do believe, that these applaufes are [Shout. Flurish: For fome new honours that are heap'd on Cæfar. Upon which Hermannus Figulus makes this comment: Natare. Nam Like a Coloffus; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about Brutus and Cæfar! what should be in that Cæfar?® Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous - Than to repute himself a fon of Rome Caf. Caf. I am glad that my weak words. Have ftruck but thus much fhew of fire from Brutus. Bru. The Games are done, and Cafar is returning. Bru. I will do fo; but look you, Caffiu, Ant. Cæfar? Caf. Let me have men about me that are fat, Caf. Would he were fatter; but I fear him not: I do not know the man I should avoid, So foon as that fpare Caffius. He reads much; Quite through the deeds of men. He loves no Plays, (5) - be bears no Mufick :] This is not a trivial obfervation, nor does our poet mean barely by it, that Caffius was not a merry, fprightly man: but that he had not a due temperament of harmony in his compofition: and that therefore natures, fo uncorrected, are dangerous. He has finely dilated on this fentinent in his Merchant of Venice, At 5. The man, that hath no Mufick in himself, And is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treafons, firatagems, and fpoils; Let no fuch man be trufted. Seldom Seldom he fmiles; and smiles in such a fort, [Exeunt Cæfar and his Train. Manent Brutus and Caffius: Casca, to them. Cafca. You pull'd me by the cloak; would you speak › with me? Bru Ay, Cafea, tell us what hath chanc'd to-day, That Cafar looks fo fad. Cafca. Why, you were with him, were you not? Bru. I fhould not then ask Cafca what had chanc'd. Cafca. 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 fhouting... Bru. What was the fecond noise for? Cafea. Why, for that too. Caf. They fhouted thrice: what was the laft cry for? Cafca. Why, for that too. Bru. Was the Crown offer'd him thrice? Cafca. Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, every time gentler than other; and at every putting by, mine honeft neighbours fhouted. Caf. Who offer'd him the Crown? Cafca. Why, Antony. Bru. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Cafca. Cafca. I can as well be hang'd, as tell the manner of it it was meer foolery, I did not mark it. I faw Mark Antony offer him a Crown; yet 'twas not a Crown neither, 'twas one of thefe Coronets; and, as 1 told you, he put it by once; but for all that, to my thinking, he would fain have had it. Then he offer'd it to him again: then he put it by again; but, to my thinking, he was very loth to lay his fingers off it. And then |