Have you not made an universal shout, And do you now put on your best attire? Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Assemble all the poor men of your sort; Draw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tears Into the channel, till the lowest stream Do kiss the most exalted shores of all. [Exeunt Citizens. See, whether their basest metal be not moved; They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness. Go you down that way towards the Capitol ; This way will I disrobe the images, If you I do find them deck'd with ceremonies. Mar. May we do so? You know it is the feast of Lupercal. Flav. It is no matter; let no images Will make him fly an ordinary pitch; [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The same. A public Place. Enter, in procession, with music, CÆSAR; ANTONY, for the course: CALPHURNIA, PORTIA, DECIUS, CICERO, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and CASCA, a great crowd following; among them a Soothsayer. Cæs. Calphurnia, Casca. Peace, ho! Cæsar speaks. Cal. Here, my lord. [Music ceases. Cas. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, When he doth run his course.-Antonius,Ant. Cæsar, my lord. Cæs. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, To touch Calphurnia: for our elders say, The barren, touched in this holy chase, Shake off their sterile curse. Ant. I shall remember: When Cæsar says Do this, it is perform'd. Cæs. Set on; and leave no ceremony out. Sooth. Cæsar ! Cæs. Ha! Who calls? [Music. Casca. Bid every noise be still :-peace yet again. [Music ceases. Cas. Who is it in the press that calls on me? I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music, Cry, Casar. Speak; Cæsar is turn'd to hear. Sooth. Beware the ides of March. Cæs. of March. Cas. Set him before me; let me see his face. Cas. Fellow, come from the throng: look upon Cæsar. Cas. What say'st thou to me now? Speak once again. Sooth. Beware the ides of March. Cæs. He is a dreamer; let us leave him ; pass. [Sennet. Exeunt all but BRUTUS and CASSIUS. Cas. Will you go see the order of the course? Bru. Not I. Cas. I pray you, do. Bru. I am not gamesome: I do lack some part Of that quick spirit that is in Antony. Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires; Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late: Bru. Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviours: Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion; 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, Cassius: for the eye sees not itself, And it is very much lamented, Brutus, heard, I have Where many of the best respect in Rome, That you would have me seek into myself Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear: And, since you know you cannot see yourself That of yourself which you yet know not of. Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear the people Choose Cæsar for their king. Cas. Ay, do you fear it? Then must I think you would not have it so. Bru. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him But wherefore do you hold me here so long? In awe of such a thing as I myself. I was born free as Cæsar; so were you : And bade him follow: so, indeed, he did. And stemming it with hearts of controversy. Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder Is now become a god; and Cassius is |