And with his charity slain. 2 Con. Most noble sir, If you do hold the same intent wherein Auf. Sir, I cannot tell; We must proceed, as we do find the people. 3 Con. The people will remain uncertain, whilst 'Twixt you there's difference; but the fall of either Makes the survivor heir of all. Auf. I know it; And my pretext to strike at him admits 5 Auf. Say no more; Here come the lords. Enter the Lords of the city. Lords. You are most welcome home. Auf. I have not deserv'd it. But, worthy lords, have you with heed perus'd Lords. We have. 1 Lord. And grieve to hear it. 10 What faults he made before the last, I think, He water'd his new plants with dews of flattery, 15 There was a yielding; This admits no excuse. Seducing so my friends: and, to this end, But to be rough, unswayable, and free. 3 Con. Sir, his stoutness, When he did stand for consul, which he lost By lack of stooping Auf. That I would have spoke of: Being banish'd for 't, he came unto my hearth; Auf. He approaches, you shall hear him. Commons being with him. Cor. Hail, lords! I am return'd your soldier; 20 No more infected with my country's love, Made him joint servant with me; gave him way 25 The gates of Rome. Our spoil, we have brought In all his own desires; nay, let him choose, home, Out of my files, his projects to accomplish, Doth more than counterpoise, a full third part, My best and freshest men; serv'd his designments The charges of the action. We have made peace, In mine own person; holp to reap the fame, With no less honour to the Antiates, Which he did end all his; and took some pride 30 Thanshame to the Romans: And we here deliver, [think Auf. There was it ; Forwhich my sinews shall be stretch'd upon him2. 40 Auf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius; Dost thou At a few drops of women's rheum, which are As cheap as lies, he sold the blood and labour Of our great action; Therefore shall he die, And I'll renew me in his fall. But, hark! I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stol'n name You lords and heads of the state, perfidiously [Drums and trumpets sound, with great shouts 45 For certain drops of salt, your city Rome The meaning, according to Dr. Johnson, is, He prescribed to me with an air of authority, and gave me his countenance for my wages; thought me sufficiently rewarded with good looks. * This is the point on which I will attack him with my utmost abilities. That is, rewarding us with our own expences. Pardon Must give this cur the lie: and his own notion 1 Lord. Peace, both, and hear me speak. Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volces, men and lads, Put up your swords. Stain all your edges in me.-Boy! False hound! 10 Auj. My lords, when you shall know (as in this If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle on a dove-cote, I Flutter'd your Volces in Corioli: Alone I did it. Boy! Auf. Why, noble lords, Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune, Which was your shame, by this unholy braggart, 'Fore your own eves and ears? All Con. Let him die for't. 1 Lord. Bear from hence his body, And mourn you for him: let him be regarded All People. Tear him to pieces, do it presently. 20 As the most noble corse, that ever herald [The crowd speak promiscuously. He killd my son, -My daughter, -He kill'd my cousin Marcus, He kill'd my father. Did follow to his urn. 2 Lord. His own impatience Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame. 2 Lord. Peace, ho;-no outrage; -peace.- 25 Auf. My rage is gone, The man is noble, and his fame folds in This orb o' the earth': His last offences to us Shall have judicious hearing. -Stand, Aufidius, And trouble not the peace. Cor. O, that I had him, With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe, To use my lawful sword! Auf. Insolent villain! All Con. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him. And I am struck with sorrow. ---Take him up: 30 Hath widow'd and unchilded many a one, [Aufidius and the Conspirators draw, and kill 35 [Exeunt, bearing the body of Marcius. A dead march sounded. 2 Memory, as before, for memorial. JULIUS CÆSAR. JULIUS CESAR. OCTAVIUS CESAR, M. ANTONIUS, PERSONS REPRESENTED. Triumvirs after the Death M. ÆMIL. LEPIDUS, of Julius Cæsar. CICERO, PUBLIUS, POPILIUS LÆNA, Senators. BRUTUS, CASSIUS, CASCA, TREBONIUS, LIGARIUS, FLAVIUS, and MARULLUS, Tribunes. CINNA, a Poet: Another Poet. LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, Young CATO, Conspiratorsagaint Julius PINDARUS, Servant to Cassius. Cæsar. DECIUS BRUTUS, METELLUS CIMBER, CINNA, CALPHURNIA, Wife to Cæsar. Plebeians, Senators, Guards, Attendants, &c. SCENE, for the three first Acts, at Rome: afterwards at an Island near Mutina; at Sardis; and near Enter Flavius, Marullus, and certain Commoners. Flav. Thou art a cobler, art thou? Cob. Truly, sir, all that I live by is, with the awl: I meddle with no trade, man's matters, nor woman's matters, but with awl. I am, indeed, Flav. HENCE; home, you idle creatures, 5 sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great get you home: Is this a holiday? What! know you not, Upon a labouring day, without the sign danger, I recover them. As proper men as ever trod upon neats-leather, have gone upon my handy-work. Flav. But wherefore art not in thy shop to-day? Of your profession? - Speak, what trade art thou? 10 Why dost thou lead these men about the streets? Car. 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? Cob. 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. Cob. Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, 15 Mar. Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings I am but, as you would say, a cobler. Mar. But what trade art thou? Answer me Cob. Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me: Yet, if you be out, sir, I can mend you, Mar. What meanest thou by that? Mend me, thou saucy fellow ? Cob. Why, sir, cobble you. O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, 3B3 Have 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; Cas. I pray you, do. Bru. I am not gamesome; I do lack some part Of that quick spirit that is in Antony. Draw them to Tyber banks, and weep your tears 15 Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires; Into the channel, 'till the lowest stream Do kiss the most exalted shores of all. [Exeunt Commoners. See, whe'r their basest metal be not mov'd? Flav. It is no matter; let no images SCENE II. Enter Cæsar; Antony, for the course; Calphurnia, Cats. Calphurnia,- Calph. Here, my lord. Cæs. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, When he doth run his course. Antonius. Ant. Cæsar, my lord. Cas. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, To touch Calphurnia: for our elders say, The barren, touched in this holy chase, Shake off their sterile course. Ant. I shall remember : When Cæsar says, Do this, it is perform'd. Cas. Ha! Who calls? I'll leave you. Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late; 20 You bear too stubborn and too strange + a hand Be not deceiv'd: If I have veil'd my look, 30 (Among which number, Cassius, be you one) 35 40 But by reflection, by some other things. And it is very much lamented, Brutus, 45 That you might see your shadow. I have heard Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'dto hear: Casca. Bid every noise be still:- Peace yet 55 So well as by reflection, I, your glass, [again. Cas. Who is it in the press, that calls on me? Will modestly discover to yourself I hear a tongue, shriller than all the musick, That of yourself, which yet you know not of. Sooth. Beware the ides of March. And be not jealous of me, gentle Brutus: Ceremonies for religious ornaments. 2 This person was not Decius, but Decimus Brutus. have before observed, that Sennet appears to be a particular tune or mode of martial musick. Strange is alien, unfamiliar. i.e. with a fluctuation of discordant opinions and desires. We To |