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you down that way towards the Capitol; This way will I disrobe the Images,
If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies.1 MAR. May we do so?
You know it is the Feast of Lupercal.
Be hung with Cæsar's trophies. I'll about,
And keep us all in servile fearfulness.
SCENE II. The Same. A Public Place.
Flourish. Enter CÆSAR; ANTONY, for the Course;3 CAL-
CASCA. Bid every noise be still. Peace yet again!
1 festal garlands; ceremonial adornments. 2 (falconers')=a middling height.
ACT I CES. Who is it in the press that calls on me?
What man is that?
CASS. Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Cæsar.
CES. He is a dreamer; let us leave him. Pass.
[Sennet. Exeunt all but BRUTUS and CASSIUS. CASS. Will you go see the order of the Course? BRU. Not I.
CASS. I pray you, do.
BRU. I am not gamesome: I do lack some part
Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires;
CASS. Brutus, I do observe you now of late:
Be not deceiv'd: if I have veil'd my look,
I turn the trouble of my countenance
Merely upon myself. Vexed I am,
Of late, with passions of some difference;
Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviours:
Nor construe any further my neglect,
Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
Forgets the shows of love to other men.
Cass. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion ;
Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?
BRU. No, Cassius; for the eye sees not himself
But by reflection of some other things.
And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
That you might see your shadow.' I have heard,
For that which is not in me?
CASS. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to hear :
That of yourself which you yet know not of.
And be not jealous on2 me, gentle Brutus:
To every new protester; if you know
That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard,
BRU. What means this shouting?
[Flourish, and shout. I do fear, the People
Ay; do you fear it? 80
Then must I think you would not have it so.
Set Honour in one eye, and Death i' the other,
And I will look on Death indifferently;
For, let the Gods so speed me as I love
The name of Honour more than I fear Death.
1 image. 3 suspicious of.
4 i.e. in terms of friendship.
CASS. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,
I had as lief not be as live to be
In awe of such a thing as I myself.
I was born free as Cæsar; so were you:
We both have fed as well; and we can both
And bade him follow: so indeed he did.
I, as Æneas, our great ancestor,
Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder
Is now become a God; and Cassius 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
Mark him, and write his speeches in their books,
Alas, it cried Give me some drink, Titinius,
As a sick girl. Ye Gods, it doth amaze me
A man of such a feeble temper should
So get the start of the majestic world,
I do believe that these applauses are
For some new honours that are heap'd on Cæsar.
CASS. Why, Man, he doth bestride the narrow World
Walk under his huge legs, and peep about
Men at some time are masters of their fates:
Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em,
Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed,
That he is grown so great? Age, thou art sham'd! 150
When could they say, till now, that talk'd of Rome,
O, you and I have heard our fathers say,
There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd2
BRU. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous;
I shall recount hereafter; for this present,
I would not, so with love I might entreat you,
any further mov'd.' What you have said,
I will consider; what you have to say,
I will with patience hear; and find a time
1 the pronunciation appears to have been the same.