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Caf. Brutus, I do observe you now of late :
I have not from your eyes that gentleness
And shew of love, as I was wont to have:
You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand
Over your friend that loves you.
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,
Conceptions only proper to myself,
Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviours :
But let not therefore my good friends be griev'd;
Among which number, Cassius, be you one,
Nor conftrue any farther my neglect,
Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
Forgets the shews of love to other men
Caf. Then, Brutus, I have much miftook your
By means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried
Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.
Tell me, 'good Brutus, can you see your face?
Bru. No, Caffius : for the eye sees not itself,
But by reflexion by some other things.
Caf. 'Tis just :
Strange a band] Strange, is alien, unfamiliar, such as might become a stranger.
JOHNSON. -- paffions of some difference,] With a Auctation of discordant opinions and desires.
JOHNSON. 8 The eye fees not itself,] So Sir John Davies in his poem on The Immortality of the Soul.
It is because obe mind is like the eye,
Tbro' which it garbers knowledge by degrees ;
Wbofe rays refleet not, tut spread outwardly ;
Not feeing itself, when ot ber things it fees?
Again in Marfion's comedy of the Fawne, 1635.
“ Thus few strike fail until they run on Thelf
• The eye fees ali shings but its proper self."? STEEVENS.
And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
That you have no such mirrors, as will turn
Your hidden worthiness into your eye,
That you might see your shadow. I have heard,
Where many of the best respect in Rome,
(Except immortal Cæsar,) speaking of Brutus,
And groaning underneath this age's yoke,
Have wish'd, that noble Brutus had his eyes.
Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,
That you would have me seek into myself,
For that which is not in me?
Caf. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepard to hear : And, since you know, you cannot see yourself So well as by reflexion ; I, your glass, Will modeftly discover to yourself That of yourself, which yet you know not of. And be not jealous of me, gentle Brutus : Were I a common laugher, or did use ? To stale with ordinary oaths my love To every new protester ; if you know, That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard, And after scandal them; or if
you know, That I profess myself in banqueting To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.
(Flourish and shout. Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, the
Chuse Cæsar for their King.
Caf. Ay, do you fear it?
Then must I think, you would not have it so.
Bru. I would not, Cassius ; yet I love him well:
But wherefore do you hold me here so long?
What is it, that you would impart to me?
9 To fale with ordinary oaths my love, &c.] To invite every new proteftor to my affection by the sale or allurement of customary saths.
If it be aught 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 so speed 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 subject of my story.
I cannot tell, what you and other men
Think of this life; but, for my single self,
I had as lief not be, as live to be
In awe of such a thing as I myself.
I was born free as Calar; so were you :
We both have fed as well; and we can both
Endure the winter's cold, as well as he.
For once, upon a raw and gusty day,
The troubled Tyber chafing with his shores,
Cæsar, says to me, “ dar'lt thou, Cassius, now
Leap in with me into this angry food,
“ And swim to yonder point?”-Upon the word,
Accoutred as I was, I plunged in,
And bid him follow: fo, indeed, he did.
The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it
With lusty sinews; throwing it aside,
And stemming it with hearts of controversy.
But ere we could arrive the point propos’d,
Help me, Caffius, or I sink.”
I, as Æneas, our great Ancestor,
Did from the names of Troy upon his shoulder
The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of Tyber
Did I the tired Cæiar : and this man
is now become a God; and Calius is
' And I will look on both indifferently ;) Dr. Warburton has a long note on this occasion, which is very triling. When Brutus first names bonour and death, he calmly declares them indifferent ; but as the image kindles in his mind, he sets bonour abave life. Is not this natural:
A wretched creature, and must bend his body,
If Cæsar carelelly but nod on him.
He had a fever when he was in Spain,
And, when the fit was on him, I did mark
How he did shake : 'tis true, this God did shake:
· His coward lips did from their colour fly;
And that same eye, whose Bend doth awe the world,
Did lose its lustre: I did hear him groan:
Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans
Mark him, and write his speeches in their books,
Alas! ic cry’d" give me some drink, Titinius”-
As a fick girl. Ye Gods, it doth amaze me,
A man of luch a feeble temper should
get the start of the majestick world, And bear the Palm alone.
[Shout. Flourish. Bru. Another general shout! I do believe, that these applauses are For some new honours that are heap'd on Cæsar.
Caf. Why, man, he doch bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves. Men at some time are matters of their fates : The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
? His coward lips did from their colour iy ;] A plain man would have faid, the colour fled from his lips, and not his lips from their colour. But the false expression was for the fake of as false a piece of wit : a poor quibble, alluding to a coward flying from his colours.
WARBURTON. 3- get the fart of the mojestick world, &c.] This image is extremely noble: it is taken from the Olympic games. The majestick world is a fine periphrasis for the Roman empire: their citizens set themselves on a footing with Kirgs, and they called their dominion Orbis Romanus. But the particular allusion seems to be to the known story of Cajar's great pattern Alexarder, who being asked, Whether he would run the course at the Olympic games, replied, Yes, if the racers were Kings. WARBURTON.
Brutus and Cæsar! what should be in that Cæsar ?
Why should that name be founded, more than yours?
Write them together, yours is as fair a name;
Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;
Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em,
Brutus will start a spirit, as soon as Cæsar.
Now in the names of all the Gods at once,
Upon what meat does this our Cæfar feed,
That he is grown fo great? Age, thou art sham'd:
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods !
When went there by an age, since the great flood,
But it was fam'd with more than with one man?
When could they say, till now, that talk'd of Rome,
That her wide walls incompass’d but one man?
Now is it Rome, indeed; and room enough,
When there is in it but one only man.
Oh! you and I have heard our fathers say,
s There was a Brutus once, that would have brook'd
The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome,
As easily as a king.
Bru. "That you do love me, I am nothing jealous;
What would you work me to, I have some aim.
How I have thought of this, and of these times,
I shall recount hereafter ; for this present,
I would not, fo with love I might intreat you,
4 Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well. ]
A similar thought occurs in Heywooa's Rape of Lucrece, 1614.
“ What diapason's more in Tarquin's name
“ Than in a subject's ? or what's Tullia
“ More in the sound, than should become the name
“ Of a poor maid?
STEEVENS. $ There was a Brutus once,) i.e. Lucius Junius Brutus. Steev.
eternal devil) I should think that our author wrote rather, infernal devil.
JOHNSON. I would continue to read eternal devil. L. J. Brutus (says Caffius) would as soon bave fulmitted to the perpetual dominion of a devil, as to the lajting government of a king.