Flav. Thou art a cobler, art thou? Cob. Truly, fir, all that I five by is, with the aw I meddle with no trade,-man's matters, nor woman's matters, but with awl. I am indeed, fir, a furgeon to old fhoes; when they are in great danger, I recover them. As proper men as ever trod upon neatsleather, have gone upon my handy-work. Flav. But wherefore art not in thy fhop to-day? Why doft thou lead thefe men about the streets? [home? Cob. Truly, fir, to wear out their fhoes, to get And do you now put on your best attire? Be gone; Run to your houfes, fall upon your knees, Pray Pray to the gods to intermit the plague Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault, Affemble all the poor men of your fort; Draw them to Tyber banks, and weep your tears Do kifs the most exalted shores of all. J [Exeunt Commoners. If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies. You know, it is the feast of Lupercal. Who elfe would foar above the view of man, And keep us all in fervile fearfulness. SCENE II. The fame. [Exeunt. Enter CESAR, ANTONY, for the Course; CALPHURNIA, PORTIA, DECIUS, CICERO, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, CASCA, a Soothsayer, &c. Caf. Calphurnia, Cafca. Peace, ho! Cæfar speaks. Calph. Here, my lord. A 3 Caf. Caf. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, When he doth run his courfe.- -Antonius. Ant. Cæfar, my lord. Caf. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, To touch Calphurnia: for our elders fay, The barren, touched in this holy chase, Shake off their steril curfe. Ant. I fhall remember: When Cæfar fays, Do this, it is perform❜d. Caf. Ha! who calls? Cafea. Bid every noife be ftill:-Peace yet again. Caf. Who is it in the prefs, that calls on me? I heard a tongue, fhriller than all the mufic, Cry, Cæfar: Speak; Cæfar is turn'd to hear. Sooth. Beware the ides of March. Caf. What man is that? Bru. A foothfayer, bids you beware of the ides of March. Caf. Set him before me, let me fee his face. Caf. Fellow, come from the throng: Look upon Cæfar. Caf. What fay'ft thou to me now? Speak once again. Bru. Not I. Caf. I pray you, do. Bru. I am not gamefome; I do lack fome part Of that quick spirit that is in Antony. Let me not hinder, Caffius, your defires; I'll leave you. Caf Caf. Brutus, I do obferve you now of late: I have not from your eyes that gentleness, And fhew of love, as I was wont to have: You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand Over your friend that loves you. Bru. Caffius, Be not deceiv'd: If I have veil'd my look, Which give fome foil, perhaps, to my behaviours: Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, Caf. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your paflion; By means whereof, this breast of mine hath bury'd Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. Tell me, good Brutus, can you fee your face? Bru. No, Caffius: for the eye fees not itself, But by reflection, by fome other things. Caf. 'Tis juft: And it is very much lamented, Brutus, That That That you would have me feek into myself Caf. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to hear = Will modeftly discover to yourself That of yourfelf which yet you know not of. To all the rout, then hold me dangerous. [Flourish, and fbout. Bru. What means this fhouting? I do fear, the Choose Cæfar for their king. Caf. Ay, do thou fear it? Then must I think you would not have it so. [people Bru. I would not, Caffius; yet I love him well:But wherefore do you hold me here fo long? What is it that you would impart to me? If it be ought toward the general good, Set honour in one eye, and death i' the other, And I will look on both indifferently: For, let the gods fo fpeed me, as I love The name of honour more than I fear death. Caf. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, As well as I do know your outward favour. Well, honour is the fubject of my story.I cannot tell, what you and other men Think of this life; but, for my fingle self, I had as lief not be, as live to be |