Cafe. But wherefore did you fo much tempt the heavens ? It is the part of men to fear and tremble, When the most mighty gods, by tokens, fend Such dreadful heralds to aftonish us. Caf. You are dull, Cafea; and thofe sparks of life do want, Or else you use not: You look pale, and gaze, k Now could I, Cafca, name to thee a man Moft like this dreadful night; That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and 'roars, As doth the lion in the capitol; A man no mightier than thyfelf, or me, 'In personal action; yet prodigious grown, And fearful, as thefe ftrange eruptions are. ▲ C. Which for That, iT. alters bath to bas; followed by W. and Y. k C. omits to. The three laft fo's, tears for rear n Second f. thefer. Cafi Cafe. 'Tis Cæfar that you mean; is it not, Caffius? Cafe. Indeed they fay, the fenators to-morrow And he fhall wear his crown by fea, and land, Caf. I know where I will wear this dagger then; Nor ftony tower, nor walls of beaten brass, If I know this, know all the world befides, Cafe. So can I. So every bondman in his own hand bears " The two laft fo's read finews for theres, P. explains thewes by manners of Capacities; T. by mufeles, finews, or bodily ftrength; which is right, • R.'s octavo omits fay. Caf. Caf. And why fhould Cæfar be a tyrant then? So vile a thing as Cæfar! But, oh grief, Cafe. You speak to Cafca, and to such a man, Caf. There's a bargain made. Now know you, Cafea, I have mov'd already 1 C... all be called to account, and must es. My answer must be made.-] I fwer as for feditious words. J. There There is no ftir, or walking in the streets; Is fey'rous, like the work we have in hand, Cafe. Stand close awhile, for here comes one in hafte. Cin. To find out you. Who's that? Metellus Cimber? To our attempts. Am I not ftay'd for, Cinna? Cin. I am glad on 't. What a fearful night "is this! 7 There's two or three of us have feen ftrange fights. Caf. Am I not flay'd for? tell me. Cin. Yes, you are. O Caffius, if you could but win the noble Brutus - Caf. Be you content. Good Cinna, take this paper, And look you lay it in the Prætor's chair, s W. elements. 1 For la fev'rous, the 1ft and 2d fo's read Is Favors, the 3d and 4th, Is Favours, J. In favour's, C. Is favour'd. According to these two last editors (as favour muft here fignify complexion) we hall read, And the complexion of the ele ment in complexion's (or, is complexion'd) like the work, &c. u The three laft fo's omit is this. w Between for and tell C. inferts Cinna. × P. alters this to, could you win, &c. followed by all the editors after, except J. and C. Where Where Brutus may but find it; and throw this Repair to Pompey's porch, where you fhall find us. Cin. All but Metellus Cimber; and he 's gone Caf. That done, repair to Pompey's theatre. [Exit Cinna. Cafe. O, he fits high in all the people's hearts: Will change to virtue, and to worthiness. Caf. 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 fure of him. [Exeunt, y H. Are for Is. ACT |