Why all these fires, why all these gliding ghosts, Now could I, Casca, name to thee a man That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars A man no mightier than thyself, or me, In personal action; yet prodigious grown, And fearful, as these strange eruptions are. Casca. Tis Cæsar that you mean; is it not, Cassius ? Cas. Let it be who it is: for Romans now Have thews and limbs like to their ancestors; But, woe the while! our fathers' minds are dead, And we are govern'd with our mothers' spirits; Our yoke and sufferance shew us womanish. Casca. Indeed, they say, the Senators to-morrow Mean to establish Cæsar as a king: And he shall wear his crown by sea, and land, In every place, save here in Italy. Cas. I know where I will wear this dagger, then ; 64 from, contrary to. Cf. 1. 35. (R) 65 fool, act like fools. Folio, fooles; and some editors, "old men, fools, and children calculate." calculate, prognosticate. (R) 70 80 Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius : If I know this, know all the world besides, I can shake off at pleasure. Casca. 90 [Thunder still. So every bondman in his own hand bears The power to cancel his captivity. Cas. And why should Cæsar be a tyrant, then? Those that with haste will make a mighty fire, So vile a thing as Cæsar? But, O grief! I, perhaps, speak this Before a willing bondman: then I know My answer must be made; but I am arm'd, And dangers are to me indifferent. Casca. You speak to Casca; and to such a man That is no fleering tell-tale. 106 hinds, a quibble on the two meanings, "deer" and "menials." (R) 108 trash, twigs, rubbish, &c., which burn easily. (R) Hold, my hand: 110 100 offal, literally, "clippingsoff," shavings. (R) 114 My answer must be made, I must be called to account. (R) 117 fleering, grinning. (R) Be factious for redress of all these griefs, Cas. There's a bargain made. 120 Now know you, Casca, I have mov'd already Of honourable-dangerous consequence; In Pompey's porch for now, this fearful night, In favour 's like the work we have in hand, Enter CINNA. Casca. Stand close a while, for here comes one in haste. Cas. Tis Cinna; I do know him by his gait : He is a friend. Cinna, where haste you so? Cinna. To find out you. Who's that? Metellus Cimber? Cas. No, it is Casca; one incorporate To our attempt. Am I not stay'd for, Cinna? Cin. I am glad on 't. What a fearful night is this! There's two or three of us have seen strange sights. Cas. Am I not stay'd for? 118 Be factious, i. e. form a faction or active party. (R) 128 Pompey's porch. One of the porches of Pompey's theatre, where was his bust. It was a favourite gathering-place, and the actual place of Cæsar's assassination, Tell me. 130 which Shakespeare transports, with Pompey's statue, to the Capitol (III. ii. 192). (R) (w) 128 element, sky. (R) 129 In. The folio misprints Is. 131 close, concealed. (R) Cin. Yes, you are. 140 O, Cassius! if you could but win the noble Brutus Cas. Be you content. Good Cinna, take this paper, And look you lay it in the prætor's chair, Where Brutus may but find it; and throw this Cin. All but Metellus Cimber; and he's gone [Exit CINNA. Come, Casca, you and I will, yet, ere day, Upon the next encounter, yields him ours. Casca. O, he sits high in all the people's hearts; And that which would appear offence in us, His countenance, like richest alchemy, Will change to virtue, and to worthiness. Cas. Him, and his worth, and our great need of him, You have right well conceited. Let us go, 140 From the very defective rhythm of this line, I suspect that it is corrupt. [Some texts end the line with could, the remaining words filling out 1. 141.] 144 but, alone. (R) [Exeunt. 150 160 ACT Two. SCENE I. The Same. BRUTUS's Orchard. Enter BRUTUS. BRUTUS. What, Lucius! ho! I cannot, by the progress of the stars, Give guess how near to day. - Lucius, I say! Enter LUCIUS. Lucius. Call'd you, my lord? Bru. Get me a taper in my study, Lucius: When it is lighted, come and call me here. Luc. I will, my lord. [Exit. 10 Bru. It must be by his death; and, for my part, I know no personal cause to spurn at him, But for the general. He would be crown'd: How that might change his nature, there's the ques tion. It is the bright day that brings forth the adder, And that craves wary walking. Crown him? — that; Remorse from power; and, to speak truth of Cæsar, |