Why old men, fools, 4 and children calculate; To monftrous quality; why, you shall find, Now could I, Cafca, name to thee a man That thunders, lightens, opens Graves, and roars A man no mightier than thyfelf, or me, Cafea. 'Tis Cæfar that you mean; is it not, Caffius? Cafea. Indeed, they fay, the Senators to-morrow Mean to establish Cæfar as a King: And he shall wear his Crown by fea and land, Caf. I know, where I will wear this dagger then. Caffius from bondage will deliver Caffius. Therein, ye Gods, you make the weak most strong; 4 and children calculate;] Calculate here fignifies to foretel or prophefy: For the cuftom of foretelling fortunes by judicial Aftrology (which was at that time much in vogue) being performed by a long tedious calcu lation, Shakespeare, with his ufual liberty, employs the Species [calculate] for the genus [foretel.] WARBURTON. Shakespeare found the liberty established. To calculate a nativiry, is the technical term. But But life, being weary of these worldly bars, If I know this; know all the world befides, So every bondman in his own hand bears Caf. And why fhould Cafar be a tyrant then? So vile a thing as Cafar? But, oh grief! 5 My answer must be made. But I am arm'd, 6 Cafca. You fpeak to Cafca, and to such a man, Caf. There's a bargain made. Now know you, Cafca, I have moy'd already 5 My answer must be made.-] I fhall be called to account, and must answer as for feditious words, Hold my hand:] Is the In Pompey's Porch. For now, this fearful night, In favour's, like the work we have in hand; Enter Cinna. Cafea. Stand clofe a while, for here comes one Caf. 'Tis Cinna, I do know him by his gait; Cimber? in Who's that, Metellus Caf. No, it is Cafca, one incorporate To our attempts. Am I not ftaid for, Cinna? Cin. I'm glad on't. What a fearful night is this? There's two or three of us have feen ftrange fights. Caf. Am I not ftaid for? Tell me. Cin. Yes, you are. O Caffius! if you could But win the noble Brutus to our party Caf. 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 In at his window; fet this up with wax Upon old Brutus' Statue. All this done, Repair to Pompey's porch, where you fhall find us. Is Decius Brutus, and Trebonius there? Cin. All, but Metellus Cimber, and he's gone To feek you at your houfe. Well, I will hie, And fo beftow thefe papers, as you bade me. Caf. That done, repair to Pompey's Theatre. [Exit Cinna. Is ferous, like the work-] The old edition reads, It favours, like the work I think we fhould read, . have in hand; Moft blood, fiery, and moft terrible. Favour is look, countenance, ap In favour's, like the work we pearance. Come, Come, Cafca, you and I will, yet, ere day, Cafca. O, he fits high in all the people's hearts; Will change to virtue and to worthiness. Caf. Him, and his worth, and our great need of him, You have right well conceited. Let us go, For it is after midnight; and, ere day, We will awake him, and be fure of him. [Exeunt. II. SCENE I. ACT II. BRUTUS's Garden. Enter BRUTUS. BRUTUS. WHAT, Lucius! ho! I cannot by the progrefs of the stars, Give guess how near to day Lucius, I fay! A -I would, it were my fault to fleep fo foundly.. When, Lucius, when? awake, I fay? what Lu cius ! Enter Lucius. Luc. Call'd you, my Lord? Bru. Get me a taper in my ftudy, Lucius: When it is lighted, come and call me here. C 4 Luc. Luc. I will, my Lord. [Exit. Bru. It must be by his death; and, for my part, I know no perfonal cause to fpurn at him; But for the general. He would be crown'd; How that might change his nature, there's the queftion. It is the bright day, that brings forth the adder; And that craves wary walking: Crown him-thatAnd then I grant we put a fting in him, That at his will he may do danger with. 2 Then, left he may, prevent. And fince the quarrel chievous; And kill him in the fhell. Enter Lucius, Luc. The taper burneth in your closet, Sir; 9 Remorse from Power:- -] Remorse, for mercy. WARB. common proof] Common experiment. 2-bafe degrees] Low fteps. 3-as his kind,-] According to his nature. |