FLAVIUS. But wherefore art not in thy shop to-day?
Why dost thou lead these men about the streets?

COBLER. Truly, Sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myself into more work. But indeed, Sir, we make holiday to see Cæsar, and rejoice in his triumph.”

To this specimen of quaint low humor immediately follows that unexpected and animated burst of indignant eloquence, put into the mouth of one of the angry tribunes.

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“MARULLUS. Wherefore rejoice ?-What conquest brings he home?
What tributaries follow him to Rome,
To grace in captive-bonds his chariot-wheels ?
Oh you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome!
Knew you not Pompey ? Many a time and oft
Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements,
To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops,
Your infants in your arms, and there have sat
The live-long day with patient expectation,
To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome :
And when you saw his chariot but appear,
Have you not made an universal shout,
That Tyber trembled underneath his banks,
To hear the replication of your sounds,
Made in his concave shores?
And do you now put on your best attire ?
And do you now cull out an holiday?
And do you now strew flowers in his way
That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood ?
Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
Pray to the Gods to intermit the plague,
That needs must light on this ingratitude.”

The well-known dialogue between Brutus and Cassius, in which the latter breaks the design of the conspiracy to the for. mer, and partly gains him over to it, is a noble piece of highminded declamation. Cassius's insisting on the pretended effeminacy of Cæsar's character, and his description of their swimming across the Tiber together, “ once upon a raw and gusty day," are among the finest strokes in it. But, perhaps the whole is sot equal to the short scene which follows when Cæsar enters with his train,


" Brutus. The games are done, and Cæsar is returning.

Canta As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve,
And he will, after his sour Lashion, tell you
What has proceeded worthy note to-day.

Brutus. I will do so; but look you, Cassius-
The angry spot doth glow on Cesar's brow,
And all the rest look like a chidden train.
Calphurnia's cheek is pale; and Cicero
Looks with such ferret and surh fiery eyes,
As we have seen him in the Capitol,
Being crost in conference hy some senators.

Casstt's Casca will tell us what the matter us.
CADAN. Antonius

CEAR. Let me have men about me that are fat,
Sleek-headed men, and sw'h as sleep a-nights:
Yond ('assius has a lean and hungry look,
He thinks too much; such men are dangerous.

ANTONY. Fear himnul, Cesar; he's noe dangerous ;
He is a noble Roman, and will given

Casan. Would he were tatter ; but I leur him nol:
Yet if my name were liable to fear,
I do not know the man I should avoid
So son as that spare Casssue. He reads much;
He is a great server; and he has
Quite through the drets of men. He loses no folays,
As these dict, Antuny: he heart po mn user :
Seldom he stiles, and struies in sub a sort,
As if he mark'd hiasis, and cond his spini,
That could be mov'd to saule at anything
Such men as he br neret at heart's cases,
Whist they behold a greater than thesives.
And therefore are they very dangerous
I rather tell thee what is to be feard
Than what I fear; kur always I am Crear
Come on my right hand, for this ear a deal,

And tell me truly what those that'st of hım ** We know hardly any passage more expressive of the genius of Shakspeare than thes. It is as if he had been actually present. had knows the diferent characters, and what they thought of one another, and had taken down what he heard and saw, their looks, words, and gestures, just as they happened.

The character of Mark Antony is farther speculated upon where the conspirators deliberate whether he shall fall with Casar. Brutus is against it

“ And for Mark Antony, think not of him;
For he can do no more than Cæsar's arm,
When Cæsar's head is off.

CASSIUS. Yet do I fear him:
For in th' ingrafted love he bears to Cæsar-

BRUTUS. Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him;
If he love Cæsar, all that he can do
Is to himself, take thought, and die for Cæsar :
And that were much, he should; for he is giv'n
To sports, to wildness, and much company.

TREBONIUS. There is no fear in him; let him not die :
For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter.”

of refined imbecility.

They were in the wrong; and Cassius was right.

The honest manliness of Brutus is, however, sufficient to find out the unfitness of Cicero to be included in their enterprise, from his affected egotism and literary vanity.

“O, name him not; let us not break with him;
For he will never follow anything,

That other men begin.” His scepticism as to prodigies, and his moralising on the weather * This disturbed sky is not to walk in ”—are in the same spirit Shakspeare has in this play and elsewhere shown the same penetration into political character and the springs of public erents as into those of every-day life. For instance, the whole design to liberate their country fails from the generous temper dod overweening confidence of Brutus in the goodness of their cause and the assistance of others. Thus it has always been. Those who mean well themselves, think well of others, and fall prey to their security. That humanity and sincerity which dispose men to resist injustice and tyranny render them unfit Boople with the cunning and power of those who are opposed to fet. The friends of liberty trust to the professions of others, because they are themselves sincere, and endeavor to secure the public good with the least possible hurt to its enemies, who have i regard to anything but their own unprincipled ends, and stick

at nothing to accomplish them. Cassius was better cut out for a conspirator. His heart prompted his head. His habitual jealousy made him fear the worst that might happen, and his irritability of temper added to his inveteracy of purpose, and sharpened his patriotism. The mixed nature of his motives made him fitter to contend with bad men. The vices are never 80 well employed as in combating one another. Tyranny and servility are to be dealt with after their own fashion, or they will triumph over those who spare them.

The quarrel between Brutus and Cassius is managed in a masterly way. The dramatic fluctuation of passion, the calm. ness of Brutus, the heat of Cassius, are admirably described ; and the exclamation of Cassius on hearing of the death of Portia, which he does not learn all after their reconciliation, " How 'scap'd I killing when I crust you so ?" gives double force to all that has gone before. The scene beween Brutus and Portia, where she endeavors to extort the secret of the conspiracy from him, is conceived in the most heroical spirit, and the burst of tenderness in Brutus

" You are my true and honorable wife; As dear to me as are the modely drops

That visit my sal heart," — is justified by her whole behavior. Portia's breathless impatience to learn the event of the con puncy, in the dialogue with Lucius, is full of passion. The interest which Portia takes in Brutus, and that which ('alphurnia takes in the fate of Car, are discriminated with the nicest precion. Mark Antony's speech over the drad bry of Casar has been justly admired for the muxture of pathes and artifice in it: that of Brutus ees. tainly is not so gowd.

The entrance of the conspirators to the house of Brutus at midnight is rendered very impressive. In the midst of this scene, we meet with one of the carrless and natural digres. sions which occur w frequently and beautifully in Shakspeare. After ('aosus has introduced his friends one by one, Brutus Buys,

“They are all welcome.
What watchful cares do interpose themselves
Betwixt your eyes and night?

Cassius, Shall I entreat a word ? (They whisper.)
Decius. Here lies the east: doth not the day break here?
Casca. No.

Cinna. O pardon, Sir, it doth; and yon grey lines,
That fret the clouds, are messengers of day.

Casca. You shall confess, that you are both deceiv'd:
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 nigher toward the north
He first presents his fire, and the high east
Stands as the Capitol, directly here."

We cannot help thinking this graceful familiarity better than all the formality in the world. The truth of history in Julius CESAR is very ably worked up with dramatic effect. The councils of generals, the doubtful turns of battles, are represented to the life. The death of Brutus is worthy of him—it has the dignity of the Roman senator with the firmness of the Stoic philosopher. But what is perhaps better than either, is the little incident of his boy, Lucius, falling asleep over his instrument, as he is play. ing to his master in his tent, the night before the battle. Nature had played him the same forgetful trick once before on the night of the conspiracy. The humanity of Brutus is the same on both occasions.

-“It is no matter :
Enjoy the honey heavy dew of slumber.
Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies,
Which busy care draws in the brains of men.
Therefore thou sleep’st so sound.”

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