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Welcome! [A Flourish with Drums and Trum- After your way his tale pronounc'd shall bury pets.

(Exeunt. His reasons with his body.

Say no more; SCENE V. Antium. A Publick Place.

Here come the lords. Enter Tullus Aufidius, with Attendants.

Enter the Lords of the City. Auf. Go tell the lords of the city, I am here :

Lords. You are most welcome home. Deliver them this paper : having read it,


I have not deservida Bid then repair to the market place; where I,

But, worthy lords, have you with heed perus’d Even in theirs, and in the common's ears,

What I have written to you? Will vouch the truth of it. Him I accuse, Lords.

We bave. The city ports by this hath enter'it, and

1 Lord.

And grieve to hear it Intends to appear before the people, hoping What faults he made before the last, I think, To purge himself with words: Despatch. Might have found easy fines : but there to end

(Exeunt Attendants. Where he was to begin; and give away Enter Three or Four Conspirators of Aufidius" The benefit of our levies, answering us Faction.

With our own charge : making a treaty, where Most welcome!

There was a yielding ; This admits no excuse. 1 Cor. How is it with our general ?

Auf. He approaches, you shall hear him. Auf.

Even so, Enter Coriolanus, with Drums and Colours; As with a man by his own alms empoison'd, And with his charity slain.

a Crowd of Citizens with him. 2 Con.

Most noble sir, Cor. Hail, lords! I am return's your soldier, If you do hold the same intent wherein No more infected with my country's love, You wish'd us parties, we'll deliver you Than when I parted hence, but sull subsisting of your great danger.

Under your great command. You are to know,

Sir, I cannot tell; That prosperously I have attemptedl, and We must proceed, as we do find the people. With bloody passage, led your wars, even to 3 Con. The people will

remain uncertain, whilst The gates of Rome. Our spoils we have brought "Twixt you there's difference; but the fall of home, either

Do more than counterpoise, a full third part, Makes the survivor heir of all.

The charges of the action. We have made peace Auf.

know it ; With no less honour to the Antiates, And my pretext to strike at him admits Than shame to the Romans: And we here de A good construction. I rais'd him, and I pawn'd liver, Mine honour for his truth : Who being so height- Subscrib'd by the consuls and patricians, en'd.

Together with the seal o' the senate, what He water'd his new plants with dews of Aattery, We have compounded on. Seducing so my friends: and, to this end, Auf.

Read it not, noble lords: He bowd his nature, never known before But tell the traitor, in the highest degree But to be rough, unswayable, and free.

ile hath abus'd your powers. 3 Con. Sir, his stoutness,

Cor. Traitor 1-How now ! When he did stand for consul, which he lost Auf.

Ay, traitor Marcin. By lack of stooping,


Marcias! Auf.

That I would have spoke of: Auf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius; Dost thon Being banish'd for't, he came unto my hearth ; think Presented to my knife his throat: I took him ; I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stol’n name Made him joint servant with me; gave him way Coriolanus in Corioli? In all his own desires : nay, let him choose You lords and heads of the state, perfidiously Out of my files, his projects to accomplish, He has betray'd your business, and given up My best and freshest men; serv'd his design. For certain drops of salt, your city Rome ments

(I say, your city.) to his wife and mother: In mine own person; holp to reap the fame, Breaking his oath and resolution, like Which he did end all his; and took some pride A twist of rotten silk ; never admitting To do myself this wrong: till, at the last, Counsel o' the war; but at his nurse's tears I seem'd his follower, not partner; and

He whin'd and roar'd away your victory: He wag'd me with his countenance, as if That pages blush'd at him, and men of heart I had been mercenary.

Look'd wondering each at other. 1 Con. So he did, my lord : Cor.

Hear'st thon, Mars! The army marvel'd at it. And, in the last, Auf. Name not the god, thou boy of tears, When he had carried Rome; and that we look'd Cor. For no less spoil, than glory,

Auf. No more. Auf.

There was it :- Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart For which my sinews shall be stretch'd upon him. Too great for what contains it. Boy ! O slave! At a few drops of women's rheum, which are Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever As cheap as lies, he sold the blood and labour I was forc'd to scold. Your judgments, may of our great action; Therefore shall he die,

grave lords, And I'll renew me in his fall. But, hark ! Must give this cur the lie: and his own notion [Drums and Trumpets sound, with great (Who wears my stripes impress'd on him: thal Shouts of the People.

must bear 1 Con. Your native town you enter'd like a My beating to his grave) shall join to thrust post,

The lie unto him. And had no welcomes home; but he returns, 1 Lord. Peace, both, and hear me speak Splitting the air with noise.

Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volces; men and lads

, 2 Con.

And patient fools, Stain all your edges on me.-Boy ! False bound! Whose children he hath slain, their base throats If you had writ your annals true, 'tis there,

That like an eagle in a dovecote, I
With giving him glory:
3 Con.

Flutter'd your Volces in Corioli:
Ere he express himself, or move the people
Therefore, at your vantage, Alone I did it.-Boy!


Why, noble lords, With what he would say, let him feel your sword, Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune, Which we will second.' When he lies along,

Which was your shame, by this unholy braggart



”Fore your own eyes and ears?

Put up your swords. Con. Let him die fort. (Several speak at once. Auf. My lords, when you shall know (as in Cit. (Speaking promiscuously 1 Tear him to

this rage, pieces, do it presently. He killed my son ;-my Provok'd by him, you cannot) the great danger daughter ;-Re killed my cousin Marcus ;-He which this man's life did ove you, you'll rejoice killed my father.

That he is thus cut off. Please it your honours 2 Lord. Peace, ho ;- no outrage - peace. To call me to your senate, I'll deliver The man is noble, and his fame folds in

Myself your loyal servant, or endure
This orb o' the earth. His last offence to nis Your heaviest censure.
Shall have judicious hearing. --Stand, Aufidius, 1 Lord.

Bear from hence his body, And trouble not the peace.

And mourn you for him : let him be regarded Cor.

O, that I had him, As the most noble corse, that ever herald With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe,

Did follow to his urn. To use my lawful sword!

2 Lord.

His own impatience Auf.

Insolent villain ! Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame. Con. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him.

Let's make the best of it. [Aufidius and the Conspirators draw, and Auf.

My rage is gone, kill Coriolanus, who falls, and Aufidius And I am struck with sorrow.-- Take him up : stands on him.

Help, three o' the chiefest soldiers ; I'll be one.Lords.

Hold, hold, hold, hold. Beat thou the drum that it speak mournfully : Auf. My noble masters, hear me speak. Trail your steel pikes.-Though in this city he i Lord.'

O Tullus ! Hath widow'd and unchilded many a one, 2 Lord. Thou hast done a deed whereat valour Which to this hour bewail the injury,

Yet he shall have a noble memory. 3 Lord. Tread not upon him.-Masters all, be Assist. (Exeunt, bearing the body of Corio quiet;

lanus. A dead March soundeda

will weep:




CINNA, a Poet. Another Poet. OCTAVIUS CÆSAR,, Triumvirs after the LUCILIUS,

Death of Julius TITINIUS, M. ÆMIL. LEPIDUS,'S Cæsar.

Friends to Brutus and


Young CATO,







Servants to Brutus. TREBONIUS,





Julius Cæsar.

PINDARUS, Servant to Cassius.

CALPHURNIA, Wife to Cæsar.
FLAVIUS and MARULLUS, Tribunes. PORTIA, Wife to Brutus.
ARTEMIDORUS, a Sophist of Cnidos.
A Soothsayer.

Senators, Citizens, Guards, Attendants, &c SCENE-during a great part of the Play, at Rome; afterwards at Sardis; and near Philippi.


Mar. What trade, thou knave; thou naughty

knave, what trade ? SCENE I. Rome. A Street.

2 Cit. Nay, I heeeech vụ sir, be not out with Enter Flavius, Marullas, and a Rabble of

me: yet, if you be out, sir, I can mend you. Citizens.

Mar. What mean'st thou by that? Mend me,

thou saucy fellow ? Flav. Hence; home, you idle creatures, get you 2 Cit. Why, sir, cobble yon. home;

Flav. Thou art a cobbler, art thou ? Is this a holiday? What! know you not, 2 Cit. Truly, sir, all that I live by is, with the Being mechanical, you ought not walk, awl : I meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor Upon a labouring day, without the sign women's matters, but with awl. I am, indeed, of your profession ?-Speak,what trade art thou? sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in i Cit. Why, sir, a carpenter.

great danger, I recover them. As proper men Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule ? as ever trod upon neat's leather, have gone upon What dost thou with thy best apparel on ? my handy work. You, sir; what trade are you?

Flav. But wherefore art not in thy shop to-day? 2 Cit. Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, Why dost thou lead these men about the streets ? I am but, as you would say, a cobbler.

2 Cit. Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get Mar. But what trade art thou ? Answer me myself into more work. But, indeed, sir, we directly:

make holiday, to see Cæsar, and to rejoice in hie 2 Cit. A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with triumph. a safe conscience : which is indeed, sir, a mender Mar. Wherefore rejoice ? What conquest brings of bad soals.

he home 7

What tributaries follow him to Rome,

Cas. Fellow, come from the throng: Look upon To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels ?

Cæsar. You blocks, you stones, you worse than sense Cæs. What say'st thou to me now ? Speak onee less things!

again. 0, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Sooth. Beware the ides of March, Knew you not Pompey ? Many a time and oft Cæs. He is a dreamer ; let us leave him ;-pass Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, (Sennet. Exeunt all but Bru. and Cas To towers and windows, yea, to chimney tops, Cas. Will you go see the order of the course ? Your infants in your arms, and there have sat Bru. Not I. The live long day, with patient expectation, Cas. I pray you, do. To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome; Bru. I am not gamesome; I do lack some part And when you saw his chariot but appear, Of that quick spirit that is in Antony: Have you not made an universal shout, Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires; That Tyber trembled underneath her banks,

I'll leave you. To hear the replication of your sounds,

Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late: Made in her concave shores?

I have not from your eyes that gentleness, And do you now put on your best attire ? And show of love, as I was wont to have And do you now cull out a holiday ?

You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand And do you now strew flowers in his way, Over your friend that loves you. That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood ? Bru.

Cassius, Be gone;

Be nct deceiv'd; if I have veil'd my look,
Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, I turn the tronble of my countenance
Pray to the gods to intermit the plague

Merely upon myself. Vexed I am,
That needs must light on this ingratitude. Of late, with passions of some difference,
Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this Conceptions only proper to myself,

Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviours; Assemble all the poor men of your sort; But let not therefore my good friends be griev'd Draw them to Tyber banks, and weep your tears (Among which number, Cassius, be you one ;) Into the channel, till the lowest stream

Nor construe any further my neglect, Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.

Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,

[Exeunt Citizens. Forgets the shows of love to other men. See, whe'r their basest metal be not mov'd : Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness

passion, Go you down that way towards the Capitol : By means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried This way will I : Disrobe the images,

Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies.

Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face? Mar. May we do so?

Bru. No, Cussius; for the eye sees not itself, You know it is the feast of Lupercal.

But by reflection, by some other things Flav. It is no matter; let no images

Cas. 'Tis just : Be hung with Cæsar's trophies. I'll about, And it is very much lamented, Brons, And drive away the vulgar from the streets : That you have no snch mirrors, as will turn So do you too, where you perceive them thick. Your hidden worthiness into your eye, These growing feathers pluck'd from Cæsar's That you might see yonr shadow. I have heard, wing,

Where many of the best respect in Rome Will make him fly an ordinary pitch ;

(Except immortal Cæsar,) speaking of Brutas, Who else would soar above the view of men, And groaning underneath this age's yoke, And keep us all in servile fearfulness. [Exeunt. Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes

Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, SCENE II. The same. A publick Place.

Enter, in Procession, with Musick, Cæsar; That you would have ine seek into myself

Antony, for the course ; Calphurnia, Portia, For that which is not in me?
Decins, Cicero, Brutus, Cassius, and Casca, a Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepard 10
great Crowd following, among them a Sooth-

hear: sayer.

And, since yon know you cannot see yourself Ces. Calphurnia,

So well as hy reflection, I, your glass, Casca.

Peace, ho! Cæsar speaks. Will modestly discover to yourself

(Musick ceases. That of yourself which you yet know not of. Cæs.

Calphurnia,- And be not jealous of me, gentle Brutus: Cal. Here, my lord.

Were I a common laugher, or did use Cas. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, To stale with ordinary oaths my love When he doth run his course.--Antonius. To every new protester: if you know Ant. Cæsar, my lord.

That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard, Cæs. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, And after scandal then ; or if you know To touch Calphurnia: for our elders say, That I profess myself in banqueting The barren, touched in this holy chase, To all the rout, then hold me dangerous Shake off their steril curse.

[Flourish and Shout Ant.

I shall remember: Bru. What means this shouting ? I do fear, the When Cæsar says, Do this, it is perform'd.

people Cæs. Set on; and leave no ceremony out. Choose Caesar for their king. (Musick. Cas.

Ay, do you fear ! Sooth. Cæsar.

Then must I think you wonld not have it so Ces. Ha! who calls ?

Bru. I would not, Cassius;

yet I love him wellCasca. Bid every noise be still :-Peace yet But wherefore do you hold me here so long? again.

[Musick ceases. What is it that you would impart to me ? Cæs. Who is it in the press, that calls on me? If it be aught toward the general good, I hear a tongue, shriller than all the musick, Cry, Cæsar: Speak ; Czesar is turn'd to hear.

Set honour in one eye, and death i' the other,

And I will look on both indifferently : Sooth. Beware the ides of March.

For, let the gods so speed me, as I love

What man is that? The name of honour more than I fear death. Bru. A soothsayer, bids you beware the ides of Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutas,

Cæs. Set him before me, let me see his face.

As well as I do know your outward favour.
Well, honour is the subject of my story.


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I cannot tell what you and other men

Be any further mov'd. What you have said,
Think of this life; but, for my single self, I will consider; what you have to say,
I had as lief not be, as live to be

I will with patience hear: and find a time
In awe of such a thing as I myself.

Both meet to hear, and answer, such high things
I was born free as Cæsar; so were you : Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this;
We both have fed as well and we can both Brutus had rather be a villager,
Endure the winter's cold, as well as he.

Than to repute himself a son of Rome
for once, upon a raw and gusty day,

Under these hard conditions as this time
The troubled Tyber chafing with her shores, Is like to lay upon us.
Caesar said to me, Dar'st thou, Cassius, nou Cas. I am glad that my weak words
Leap in with me into this angry flood,

Have struck but thus much show of fire from
And swim to yonder point ? Uuon the woru,

Accoutred as I was, I plunged in,
And bade him follow : so, indeed, he did.

Re-enter Cæsar, and his Train.
The torrent roar'd; and we did buffet it

Bru. The games are done, and Cæsar is re-
With lusty sinews; throwing it aside

turning And stemming it with hearts of controversy. Cas. As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve: But ere we could arrive the point propos'd, And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you Cæsar cry'd, Help me, Cassius, or I sink. What hath proceeded, worthy note, to-day. 1, as Æneas, our great ancestor,

Bru. I will do so ;-But, look you, Cassius,
Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow,
The old Anchises bear, só, from the waves of And all the rest look like a chidden train :

Calphurnia's cheek is pale; and Cicero
Did I the tired Cæsar: And this man

Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes,
Is now become a god; and Cassius is

As we have seen him in the Capitol,
A wretched creature, and must bend his body, Being cross'd in conference by some senators.
If Cæsar carelessly but nod on him.

Cas. Casca will tell us what the matter is.
He had a fever when he was in Spain,

Caes. Antonius.
And, when the fit was on him, I did mark

Ant. Cæsar.
How he did shake : 'tis true, this god did shake: Cits. Let me have men about me that are fat;
His coward lips did from their colour fly; Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o'nights:
And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look ;

He thinks too much : such men are dangerous.
Did lose his lustre: I did hear him groan: Ant. Fear him not, Cæsar, he's not dangerous'
Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans He's a noble Roman, and well given.
Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, Cæs. Would he were fatter :-But I fear him
Alas! it cried, Give me some drink, Titinius,

As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me, Yet if my name were liable to fear,
A man of such a feeble temper should

I do not know the man I should avoid
So get the start of the majestick world, So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much;
And bear the palm alone. (Shout. Flourish. He is a great observer, and he looks
Bru. Another general shoui !

Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no
I do believe, that these applauses are

plays, For some new honours that are heap'd on Cæsar. As thou dosi, Antony; he hears no musick : Cas. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a sort, world,

As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit
Like a Colossus; and we petty men

That could be mov'd to emile at any thing.
Walk under his huge legs, and peep about Such mien as he be never at heart's ease,
To find ourselves dishonourable graves

Whiles they behold a greater than themselves;
Men at some time are masters of their fates : And therefore are they very dangerous.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Than what I fear, for always I am Cæsar.
Brutus, and Cæsar: What should be in that come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf,

And tell me truly what thou think'st of him. Why should that name be sounded more than [Ereunt Casar and his 'Train. Casca slays yours?

Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Casca. You pulld me by the cloak; Would
Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ; you speak with me?
Weigh them, it is as heavy ; conjure with them, Bru. Ay, Casca; tell us what hath chanc'd
Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar. [Shout. to-day,
Now in the names of all the gods at once, That Cæsar looks so sad.
Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed, Casca. Why you were with him, were you not?
That he is grown so great ? Age, thou art sham'd: Bru. I should not then ask Casca what hath
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!

When went there by an age, since the great flood, Casca. Why, there was a crown offer'd him;
But it was fam'd with more than with one man and being offer'd him, he put it by with the back
When could they say, till now, that talk'd of of his hand, inus; and then the people fell a'

That her wide walks encompass'd but one man? Bru. What was the second noise for ?
Now is it Home indeed, and room enough, Casca. Why, for that too.
When there is in it but one only man.

Cas. They shouted thrice ? What was the last
O! you and I have heard our fathers say,
There was a Brutus once, that would have Casca. Why, for that too.

Bru. Was the crown offered him thrice?
The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome, Cisca. Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice,
As easily as a king.

every time gentler than other; and at every put
Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jea- tiog hy, mine honest neighbours shouted.

Cas.'Who offered him the crown ?
What you would work me to, I have some aim ; Casca. Why, Antony.
How I have thought of this, and of these times, Bru. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca.
I shall recount hereafter; for this present, Casca. I can as well be hanged, as tell the
I would not, so with love I might entreat you, manner of it: it was mere foolery. I did not

cry for?

mark it. I saw Mark Antony offer him a crown; For who so firm, that cannot be sedue'd ? ---yet 'twas not a crown neither, 'twas one of these Casar doth bear me bard; but he loves Brutrua coronets ;-and, as I told you, he put it by once; If I were Brutus now, and he were Cassius, but, for all that, to my thinking, he would fain he should not humour me. I will this night, have had it. Then he offered it to him again ; In several hands, in at his windows throw, then he put it by again: but, to my thinking, he As if they came from several citizens, was very loath io lay his fingers off it. And then Writings all tending to the great opinion he offered it the third time; he put it the third That Rome holds of his name: wherein obscure! time by : and still as he refused it, the rablilement Cæsar's ambition shall be glanced at : hooted, and clapped their chopped hands, and And, after this, let Cæsar seat him sure; threw up their sweaty night-caps, and uttered For we will shake him, or worse days endure. such a deal of stinking breath because Cæsar re

[Erit. fused the crown, that it had almost choked Cæsar; SCENE III. The same. A Street. for he swooned, and fell down at it: And for mine own part, I durst not laugh, for fear of opening Thunder and Lightning;. Enter, from oppomy lips, and receiving the bad air.

site sides, Casca, with his sword drawn, and Cas. But, solt, I pray you ; What ? did Cæsar

Cicero. swoon?

Cic. Good even, Casca : Brought you Cæsar Casca. He fell down in the market-place, and home? foamed at mouth, and was speechless.

Why are you breathless ? and why stare you so? Bru. 'Tis very like: he hath the falling sickness. Casca. Are not you mov'd, when all the sway Cas. No, Cæsar hath it not; but you, and I, of earth And honest Casca, we have the falling sickness. Shakes, like a thing unfirm ? ( Cicero, Casca. I know not what you mean by that; I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds Cut, I am sure, Cæsar fell down. If the tag-rag Have riv'd the knotty oaks; and I have seen people did not clap him, and biss him, according The ambitious ocean swell, and rage, and foam, as he pleased, and displeased them, as they use to To be exalted with the threatning clouds : do the players in the theatre, I am no true man. But never till to-night, never ull now, Bru. What said he, when he came unto himself ? Did I go through a tempest dropping fire.

Casca. Marry, before he fell down, when he Either there is a civil strife in heaven; perceiv'd the common herd was glad he refused or else the world, too saucy with the gods, ihe crown, he plucked me ope his doublet, and Incenses them to send destruction. offered them his throat to cut.-An I had been Cic. Why, saw you any thing more wonderful? a man of any occupation, if I would not have Casca. A common slave (you know him well taken him at a word, I would I might go to hell by sight) ainong the rogues :--and so he fell. When he Held up his lefi dand, which did flame and bara came to himself again, he said, If he had done, Like twenty torches join'd; and yet his hand, or said any thing amiss, he desired their worships Not sensible of fire, remain'd unscorch'd. to think it was his infirmity. Three or four Besides (I have not since put up my sword) wenches, where I stood, cried, Alas, good soul! Against the Capitol I met a lion, -and forgave him with all their hearts : But Who glar'd upon me, and went surly by, there's no need to be taken of them; if Cæsar Without annoying me! And there were drawn had stabbed their mothers, they would have Upon a heap a hundred ghastly women, done no less.

Transformed with their fear : who swore, they Bru. And after that, he came, thus sad, away?

saw Casca. Ay.

Men, all in fire, walk up and down the streets. Cas. Did Cicero say any thing?

And yesterday, the bird of night did sit, Casca. Ay, he spoke Greek.

Even at noon day, upon the market-place, Cas. To what effect?

Hooting and shrieking. When these prodigies Casca. Nay, an I tell you that, I'll ne'er look Do so conjointly meet, let not men say, you i'the face again: But those, that understcod These are their reasons, They are natural; bim, smiled at one another, and shook their For, I believe, they are portentous things heads; but, for mine own pari, it was Greek to Unto the climate that they point upon. me. I could tell you more news too: Marullus Cic. Indeed, it is a strange-disposed time: and Flavius, for pulling scarfs offCæsar's images, But men may construe things after their fashion, are put to silence. Fare you well. There was Clean from the purpose of the things themselves more foolery yet, if I could remember it. Comes Cæsar to the Capitol tomorrow ?. Cas. Will you sup with me to-night, Casca ? Casca. He doth; for he did bid Antonius Casca. No, I am promised forth.

Send word to you, he would be there to-morrow. Cas. Will you dine with me to-morrow? Orc. Good night then, Casca: this disturbed sky Casca. Ay, if I be alive, and your mind hold, Is not to walk in. and your dinner worth the eating.


Farewell, Cicero. (Exit Cia
Cas Good; I will expect you.
C'esca. Do so; Farewell, both. [Erit Casca.

Enter Cassius.
Bru. What a blunt fellow is this grown to be ? Cas. Who's there?
He was quick mettle, when he went to school. Casca.

A Roman.
Cas. So he is now, in execution


Casca, by your voice Of any bold or noble enterprise,

Casca. Your ear is good. Cassius, what night However lie puts on this tardy form.

is this? This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit,

Cas. A very pleasing night to honest men. Which gives men stomach to digest his words Casca. Who ever knew the heavens menace so? With better appetite.

Cas. Those, that have known the earth so ful Bru. And so it is. For this time I will leave you: of faults, To-morrow, if you please to speak with me, For my part, I have walk'd about the streets, I will come home to you: or, if yon will, Submitting me unto the perilous night: Come home to me, and I will wait for you. And, thus unbraced, Casca, as you see, Cas. I will do so till then, think of the world. Have bar'd my bosom to the thunder stone:

[Exit Brutus. And, when the cross blue lightning seem'd to oper Well, Brutus, thou art noble; yet, I see,

The breast of heaven, I did present myself Thy honourable metal may be wrought

Even in the aim and very flash of it. From that it is disposed: Therefore 'tis meet Casca. But wherefore did you so much tempt That noble minds keep ever with their likes:

the heavens ?

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