Fashion it thus; that what he is, augmented,
Would run to these, and these extremities:
And therefore think him as a serpent's egg,
Which, hatch'd, would, as his kind, grow mis-
chievous,

And kill him in the shell.

Re-enter LUCIUS.

Luc. The taper burneth in your closet, sir. Searching the window for a flint, I found This paper, thus seal'd up; and, I am sure, It did not lie there, when I went to bed.

Bru. Get you to bed again, it is not day. Is not to-morrow, boy, the ides of March?? Luc. I know not, sir.

Bru. Look in the calendar, and bring me word. Luc. I will, sir.

[Exit. Bru. The exhalations, whizzing in the air, Give so much light, that I may read by them.

[Opens the Letter, and reads. Brutus, thou sleep'st; awake, and see thyself. Shall Rome, &c. Speak, strike, redress! Brutus, thou sleep'st; awake,

Such instigations have been often dropp'd

Where I have took them up.

Shall Rome, &c. Thus, must I piece it out;

Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? What!

Rome?

My ancestors did from the streets of Rome
The Tarquin drive, when he was call'd a king.
Speak, strike, redress!—Am I entreated

6 As his kind,' like the rest of his species. Thus in Antony and Cleopatra:-'You must think this, look you, the worm [i. e. serpent] will do his kind.'

7 The old copy erroneously reads, the first of March.' The correction was made by Theobald; as was the following.

To speak, and strike? O Rome! I make thee pro

mise,

If the redress will follow, thou receivest

Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus!

Re-enter LUCIUS.

Luc. Sir, March is wasted fourteen days.

[Knock within.

[Exit LUCIUS.

Bru. 'Tis good. Go to the gate; somebody

knocks.

Since Cassius first did whet me against Cæsar,

I have not slept.

Between the acting of a dreadful thing
And the first motion, all the interim is
Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream:
The genius, and the mortal instruments,
Are then in council; and the state of man9,
Like to a little kingdom, suffers then

The nature of an insurrection 10.

6 Here again the old copy reads, fifteen. This was only the dawn of the fifteenth when the boy makes his report.

9 The old copy reads:

Are then in council, and the state of a man,' &c.

10 There is a long and fanciful, but erroneous note by Warburton on this passage, which is curious, as being one of his earliest comments on Shakspeare, addressed to Concanen, when, in league with Theobald and others, he made war against Pope. The following note, by the Rev. Mr. Blakeway, is quite of another character, and takes with it my entire concurrence and approbation :

The genius, and the mortal instruments,' &c. Mortal is assuredly deadly; as it is in Macbeth :

Come, you spirits,

That tend on mortal thoughts.'

By instruments, I understand our bodily powers, our members : as Othello calls his eyes and hands his speculative and active instruments; and Menenius, in Coriolanus, Act i. Sc. 1, speaks of the

cranks and offices of man,

The strongest nerves, and small inferior veins.' So intending to paint, as he does very finely, the inward conflict

Re-enter LUCIUS.

Luc. Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door, Who doth desire to see you.

Bru.

Is he alone?

Luc. No, sir; there are more with him.

Bru.

Do you know them?

Luc. No, sir; their hats are pluck'd about their

ears,

And half their faces buried in their cloaks,

That by no means I may discover them

By any mark of favouri

Bru.

Let them enter.

[Exit LUCIUS.

O conspiracy!

They are the faction.
Sham'st thou to show thy dangerous brow by night,

which precedes the commission of some dreadful crime; he represents, as I conceive him, the genius, or soul, consulting with the body, and, as it were, questioning the limbs, the instruments which are to perform this deed of death, whether they can undertake to bear her out in the affair, whether they can screw up their courage to do what she shall enjoin them. The tumultuous commotion of opposing sentiments and feelings produced by the firmness of the soul, contending with the secret misgivings of the body; during which the mental faculties are, though not actually dormant, yet in a sort of waking stupor, 'crushed by one overwhelming image,' is finely compared to a phantasm or a hideous dream, and by the state of man suffering the nature of an insurrection. Tibalt has something like it in Romeo and Juliet:

'Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting,

Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.' And what Macbeth says of himself, in a situation nearly allied to this of Brutus, will in some degree elucidate the passage:My thoughts, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, that function

Is smother'd in surmise.'

And again, in Troilus and Cressida, Ulysses says:—
'twixt his mental and his active parts,

Kingdom'd Achilles in commotion rages,
And batters down himself.'

11 See Act i. Sc. 3, note 13.

When evils are most free? O, then, by day,
Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough

To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none, conspiracy;

Hide it in smiles, and affability:

For if thou path thy native semblance
Not Erebus itself were dim enough
To hide thee from prevention.

12

on,

Enter CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS, CINNA, METELLUS CIMBER, and TREBONIUS.

Cas. I think we are too bold upon your rest; Good morrow, Brutus: Do we trouble you?

Bru. I have been up this hour; awake, all night.
Know I these men, that come along with you ?
Cas. Yes, every man of them; and no man here,
But honours you: and every one doth wish,
You had but that opinion of yourself,

Which every noble Roman bears of you.
This is Trebonius.

Bru.

He is welcome hither.

He is welcome too.

Cas. This Decius Brutus.

Bru.

Cas. This, Casca; this, Cinna;

And this, Metellus Cimber.

Bru.

What watchful cares do interpose themselves

They are all welcome.

[They whisper.

Betwixt your eyes and night?

Cas. Shall I entreat a word?

Dec. Here lies the east: Doth not the day break

here?

Casca. No.

Cin. O, pardon, sir, it doth; and yon gray lines, That fret the clouds, are messengers of day.

Casca. You shall confess, that you are both deceiv'd.

12 'If thou walk in thy true form.'

Here, as I point my sword, the sun arises;
Which is a great way growing on the south,
Weighing the youthful season of the year.
Some two months hence, up higher toward the north
He first presents his fire; and the high east
Stands as the Capitol, directly here.

Bru. Give me your hands all over, one by one.
Cas. And let us swear our resolution.

Bru. No, not an oath: If not the face 13 of men, The sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse,If these be motives weak, break off betimes, And every man hence to his idle bed; So let high-sighted tyranny range on, Till each man drop by lottery 14. But if these, As I am sure they do, bear fire enough To kindle cowards, and to steel with valour

13 Johnson thus explains this passage; in which, with a view perhaps to imitate the abruptness of discourse, Shakspeare has constructed the latter part without any regard to the beginning. "The face of men' is the countenance, the regard, the esteem of the public;' in other terms, honour and reputation: or the face of men may mean the dejected look of the people.' Thus Cicero in Catilinam:-- Nihil horum ora vultusque moverunt.'

Gray may perhaps support Johnson's explanation:

And read their history in a nation's eyes,'

Mason thought we should read, the faith of men;' to which, he says, the context evidently gives support:

what other bond,

Than secret Romans, that have spoke the word,
And will not palter,' &c.

The speech is formed on the following passage in North's Plutarch: The conspirators having never taken oath together, nor taken or given any caution or assurance, nor binding themselves one to another by any religious oaths, they kept the matter so secret to themselves,' &c.

14 Steevens thinks there may be an allusion here to the custom of decimation, i. e. the selection by lot of every tenth soldier in a general mutiny for punishment. The poet speaks of this in Coriolanus: