Another passage of the same kind, and of eminent beauty, is to be found in the scene where the conspirators assemble at the house of Brutus at midnight Brutus, welcoming them all, says

“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 gray lines,
That fret the clouds, are messengers of day.

Casca. You shall confess, that you are both deceived
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 higher toward the north
He first presents his fire; and the high east
Stands as the Capitol, directly here.”

It is not only heroic manners and incidents which the all-powerful pen of Shakspeare has expressed with great historic truth in this play; he has entered with no less penetration into the manners of the factious plebeians, and has exhibited here, as well as in Coriolanus, the manners of a Roman mob. How could Johnson say, that “his adherence to the real story, and to Roman manners, seems to have impeded the natural vigor of his genius”!!

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PERSONS REPRESENTED.

JULIUS CÆSAR.
OCTAVIUS CÆSAR,
Marcus ANTONIUS, Triumvirs after the death of Julius Cæsar.
M. ÆMI. LEPIDUS,
CICERO, PUBLIUS, POPILIUS LENA, Senators.
MARCUS BRUTUS,
CASSIUS,
CASCA,
TREBONIUS,
LIGARIUS,

Conspirators against Julius Cæsar.
Decius BRUTUS,
METELLUS CIMBER,
CINNA,
FLAVIUS and MARULLUS, Tribunes.
ARTEMIDORUS, a Sophist of Cnidos.
A Soothsayer.
Cinna, a Poet. Another Poet.
LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, Messala, young Cato, and VOLUMNIUS,

Friends to Brutus and Cassius. VARRO, CLITUS, CLAUDIUS, STRATO, LUCIUS, DARDANIUS, Servants

to Brutus. PINDARUS, Servant to Cassius.

CALPHURNIA, Wife to Cæsar.
PORTIA, Wife to Brutus.

Senators, Citizens, Guards, Attendants, fc.

SCENE, during a great part of the Play, at Rome; afterwards at

Sardis, and near Philippi.

JULIUS CÆSAR.

ACT І.

SCENE 1. Rome. A Street.

Enter Flavius, Marullus, and a rabble of Citizens.
Flavius. HENCE; home, you idle creatures, get you

home;
Is this a holiday? What! know you not,
Being mechanical, you ought not walk,
Upon a laboring day, without the sign
Of your profession ? Speak, what trade art thou ?

i Cit. Why, sir, a carpenter.

Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule ?
What dost thou with thy best apparel on ?-
You, sir ; what trade are you

? 2 Cit. Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but, as you would say, a cobbler.

Mar. But what trade art thou ? Answer me directly.

2 Cit. A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safe conscience; which is, indeed, sir, a mender of bad soles. Mar. What trade, thou knave; thou naughty knave,

what trade? 2 Cit. Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me; yet, if you be out, sir, I can mend you.

Mar. What mean'st thou by that? Mend me, thou

saucy fellow?

2 Cit. 'Why, sir, cobble you. Flav. Thou art a cobbler, art thou ? 2 Cit. Truly, sir, all that I live by is, with the awl: I meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor women's matters, but with awl.

I am indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great danger, I recover them. As proper men as ever trod upon neat's leather have gone upon my handy work.

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

2 Cit. Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myself
into more work. But, indeed, sir, we make holiday, to
see Cæsar, and to rejoice in his triumph.
Mar. Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he

home?
What tributaries follow him to Rome,
To grace in captive bonds his chariot-wheels ?
You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!
O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome,
Knew you not Pompey ? Many a time and oft
Have
you

climbed 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 her banks,
To hear the replication of your sounds,
Made in her concave shores?
And do you now put on your best attire ?
And do you now cull out a holiday ?
And do you now strew flowers in his way,
That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood ?

Be gone ;

Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
Pray to the gods to intermit the plague
That needs must light on this ingratitude.

Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault,
Assemble all the poor men of your sort;'
Draw them to Tyber banks, and weep your tears

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2

Into the channel, till the lowest stream
Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.

[Exeunt Citizens.
See, whe'r 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 do find them decked with ceremonies.?

Mar. May we do so ?
You know it is the feast of Lupercal.

Flav. It is no matter; let no images
Be hung with Cæsar's trophies. I'll about,
And drive away the vulgar from the streets;
So do you too, where you perceive them thick.
These growing feathers plucked from Cæsar's wing,
Will make him fly an ordinary pitch;
Who else would soar above the view of men,
And keep us all in servile fearfulness. [Exeunt.

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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.

[Music ceases. Ces.

Calphurnia,Cal. Here, my lord.

1 Whether. 2 Honorary ornaments. 3 These trophies were scarfs. 4 This person was not Decius, but Decimus Brutus. The Poet (as Voltaire has done since) confounds the characters of Marcus and Decimus. Decimus Brutus was the most cherished by Cæsar of all his friends, while Marcus kept aloof. The error has its source in North’s translation of Plutarch, or in Holland's Suetonius, 1606. VOL. VI.

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