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Make your eyes flow with joy, hearts dance with (To his surname Coriolanus "longs more pride, comfort,

Than pity to our prayers. Down; an end : Constrains them weep, and shake with fear and This is the last ;--So we will hople to Rome, sorrow;

And die among our neighbours. Nay, behold us : Making the mother, wife, and child, to see This boy, that cannot tell what he would have, The son, the husband, and the father, tearing But kneels, and holds up hands, for fellowship, His country's bowels out. And to poor we, Does reason our petition with more strength

Thine enmity's most capital : thou barr'st us Than thou bast to deny'ı.--Come, let us go: I weni Our prayers to the gods, which is a comfort This fellow had a Volscian to bis motber; That all but we enjoy; for how can we,

His wife is in Corioli, and his child
Alas! bow can we for our country pray,

Like him by chance :-Yet give us our despatch:
Whereto we are bound; together with thy victory, I am hush'd until our city be afire,
Whereto we are bound? Alack/ or we must lose and then I'll speak a little.
The country, our dear nurse; or else thy person, Cor. O mother, mother!
Dar comfort in the country. We must tind

(Holding VOLUMNIA by the Hands, silent. An evident calamity, though we had

What have you done? Behold, the beavens
Our wish, which side should win : for either thou
Must, as a foreign miscreant, be led

The gods look down, and this onnatural scene With manacles through our streets, or else They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O! 19

+ Stay but for it.

Triumphantly tread on thy country's ruin ; You have won a happy victory to Rome :
And bear the palm for having bravely sbed But, for your son,-believe it, oh! believe it,
Thy wife and children's blood. For inyself, son, Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd,
I purpose not to wait on fortune, till

If not most mortal to him. But, let it come :
These wars determine ; . if I cannot persuade thee Autidius, though I cannot make true wars,
Rather to show a noble grace to both parts, I'll frame convenient peace. Now, good Au-
Than seek the end of one, thou shalt no sooner

March to assault thy country, than to tread Were you in my stead, say, would you have heard
(Trust to't, thou shalt not) on thy mother's womb, A mother less? or granted less, Autidius ?
That brought thee to this world.

Auf. I was mov'd withal.
Vir. Ay, and on mine,

Cor. I dare be sworn you were :
That brought you forth this boy, to keep your And, Sir, it is no little thing, to make
Living to time.

(name Mine eyes to sweat compassion, But, good Sir, Boy. He shall not tread on me;

What peace you'll make, advise ine : For iny part, I'll run away, till I am bigger, but then I'll fight. I'll not to Rome, I'll back with you; and pray Cor. Not of a woman's tenderness to be,

you, Requires por child por woman's face to see. Stand to me in this cause. O mother! wife! I have sat too long,

[Rising. Auf. I am glad thou hast set thy mercy and Vol. Nay, go not from us thus.

thy hononr
If it were so, that our request did tend

At difference in thee : out of that I'll work
To save the Romans, thereby to destroy.

Myself a former fortune.

(Aside. The Volsces whom you serve, you inight con [The ladles make signs to CORIOLANUS.

Cor. Ay, by and by :
As poisonous of your honour : No; our suit

(TO VOLUMNIA, VIRGIlia, &c. ls, that you reconcile them: while the Volsces But we will drink together; and you shall bear May say, This mercy we have show'd, the A better witness back than words, which we, Romans,

On like conditions, will bave counter-seal’a.
This we receiv'd ; and each in either side Come, enter with us. Ladies, you deserve
Give the all-bail to thee, and cry, Be bless'd To have a temple built you : all the swords
For making up this peace!" Thou know'st, In Italy, and her confederate arms,
great son,

Could not have made this peace. (Exeunt.
The end of war's uncertain ; but this certain,
That, if thon conquer Rome, the benefit

SCENE IV.-Rome.- A public Place.
Which thou shalt thereby reap, is such a name,
Whose repetition will be dogg'd with curses :

Whose chronicle thus writ, -The man was noble, Men. See you yond' coign • o'the Capítol :
But with his last attempt he wip'd it out; yond' corner stone ?
Destroyed his country: and his name remains Sic. Why, what of that?
To the ensuing age, abhorr'd. Speak to me, Men. If it be possible for you to displace it
son :

with your little finger, there is some hope the Thou hast affected the fine strains + of honour, ladies of Rome, especially his mother, may preTo imitate the graces of the gods ;

vail with him.

there is no hope in't ;
To tear with thunder the wide cheeks o'the air, our throats are sentenced, and stay t upon execu-
And yet to charge thy sulphur with a bolt tion.
That sbould but rive an oak. Why dost not Sic. Is't possible that so short a time can alter
speak ?

the condition of a pan ?
Think'st thou it honourable for a poble man Men. There is ditferency between a grub and
Still to remember wrongs ?-Daughter, speak you ; a butterfly ; yet your butterfly was a grub. This
He cares not for your weeping.--Speak thou, boy : Marcius is grown from man to dragon : he has
Perhaps thy childishness will move him more wings I he's more than a creeping thing.
Than can our reasons. There is no man in the

Sic. He loved his mother dearly.

(prate Men. So did he me : and he no more rememMore bound to his mother ; yet here he lets me bers his mother now, than an eight year old Like one l'the stocks. Thou hast never in thy life horse. The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes. Show'd thy dear mother any courtesy ;

When he walks, he moves like an engine, and the When she poor hen !) fond of no second brood, ground shrinks before his treading. He is able Mas cluck'd thee to the wars, and safely bome, to pierce a corslet with his eye ; talks like a knell Loaden with honour. Say, my request's unjust, and his hum is a battery. He sits in his state, And spurn me back : But, ir it be not so,

as a thing made for Alexander. What he bids Thou art not honest; and the gods will plague be done, is finished with his bidding. He wants thee,

nothing of a god but eternity, and a beaven to
That thou restrain'st from me the duty, which throne in.
To a mother's part belongs.--He turns away : Sic. Yes, mercy, if you report bim truly.
Down, ladies ; let us shame him with our knees.

• Angle.

Chair of sales Conclude 1 The niceties.

To resemble.


demn as,


But I say,


Men. I paint him in the character. Mark what | Enter Three or Four CoNSPIRATORS of Aurs mercy his mother shall bring from him: There

dius's Faction, is no more mercy in him, than there is milk in a Most welcome ! male tiger ; that shall our pour city find : and all 1 Con. How is it with our general ? that is "long of you.

Auf. Even so, Sic. The gods be good unto us!

As with a man by his own alms empoison'd, Men. No, in such a case the gods will not be And with his charity slain. good uuto us. When we banished him, we res- 2 Con. Most noble Sir, pected not them : and, be returning to break our if you do hold the same intent wherein necks, they respect not us.

You wish'd us parties, we'll deliver you

of your great danger.

Auf. Sir, I cannot tell : Mess. Sir, if you'd save your life, fly to your we must proceed, as we do find the people. house :

3 Con. The people will remain uncertain, whilst The plebeians have got your fellow-tribune, 'Twixt you there's difference ; but the fall of either And bale him up and down; all swearing, if Makes the survivor heir of all. The Roman ladies bring not comfort home,

Auf. I know it;
They'll give bim death by inches.

And my pretext to strike at him admits
Enter another MESSENGER.

A good construction. I rais'd him, and I pawn'd

Mine honour for his truth : Who being so heighSic. What's the news ?

ten'd, Aless. Good news, good news :--The ladies bave He water'd his new plants with dews of fattery, prevailid,

Seducing so my friends ; and, to this end,
The Volsces are dislodg'd, and Marcius gone : He bow'd his nature, nerer known before
A merrier day did never yet greet Rome, But to be rougb, unswayable, and free,
No, not the expulsion of the Tarquins.

3 Con. Sir, his stoutness, Sic. Friend,

When he did stand for consul, which he lost Art thou certain this is true ? is it most certain ? By lack of stooping, Mess. As certain as I know the sun is fire :

Auf. That I would have spoke of : Where have you lurk'd, that you make doubt of its Being banish'd for't, he came unto my hearth : Ne'er through an arch so hurried the blowu tide, Presented to my knife bis throat ; I took him ; As the reconforted through the gates. Why hark Made bim joint-servant with me ; gave bim way you ;

In all his own desires ; nay, let him choose [Trumpets and Hautboys sounded, and Drums Out of my files, his project to accomplish,

beaten, all together. Shouting also within. My best and freshest men ; serv'd his designinen s The trumpets, sackbuts, psalteries, and fifes,

In mine own person ; holp to reap the fame, Tabors, and cymbals, and the shouting Romans, which he did end all his; and took some pride Make the sun dance. Hark you !

To do myself this wrong ; till, at the last,

(Shouting again. I seem'd his follower, not partner; and Men. This is good news :

He wag'd me with his countenance, † as if
I will go meet the ladies. This Volumnia I had been mercenary.
Is worth of consuls, senators, patricians,

1 Con. So he did, my lord : A city full : of tribunes such as you,

The army marvell’d at it. And, in the last, A sea and land full : You have pray'd well to-day: When be had carried Rome, and that we look'd This morning, for ten thousand of your throats For no less spoil than glory, — I'd not have given a doit. Hark, how they joy ! Auf. There was it ;

(Shouting and Music. For which my sinews shall be stretch'd upon him. Sic. First, the gods bless you for their tidings : At a few drops of women's rheum, 1 which are Accept my thankfulness.

(next, As cheap as lies, he sold the blood and labour Miss. Sir, we have all

of our great action : Therefore shall he die Great cause to give great thanks,

And I'll renew me in his fall. But, hark ! Sic. They are near the city ?

(Drums and Trumpets sound, with great Mess. Almost at point to enter.

shouts of the People. Sic. We will meet them,

1 Con. Your native town you enter'd like a post, And help the joy.

(Going. And bad no welcomes home; but he returns, Enter the Ladies, accompanied by SENATORS,

Splitting the air with noise.

2 Con. And patient fools, PATRICIANS, and People. They pass over whose children he hath slain, their base throats the Stage,

tear, I Sen. Behold our patroness, the life of Rome : With giving him glory. Call all your tribes together, praise the gods, 3 Con. Therefore, at your vantage, And make triumphant tires; strew Bowers before Ere he express himself, or more the people them :

With what he would say, let bim feel your sword, Unshout the noise that banish'd Marcius,

Which we will second. When he lies along, Repeal* him with the welcome of his mother ; After your way his tale pronounc'd shall bury Cry,- Welcome, ladies, Welcome!

His reasons with his body. All. Welcome, ladies!

Auf. Say no more : Welcome!

Here come the lords. (A flourish with Drums and Trumpets.


Enter the LORDS of the City.

Lords. You are most welcome bome.
SCENE V.-Antium.-A Public Place. Auf. I have not deserv'd it:
Enter Tullus Aufidius, with Attendants.

But, worthy lords, have you with heed perus d

What I have written to you?
Auf. Go tell the lords of the city, I am here : Lords. We have.
Deliver them this paper : having read it,

1 Lord. And grieve to hear it. Bid them repair to the market place ; where I, Wbat faults be made before the last, I think, Even in theirs and in the commons' ears, Might bave found easy fines : but there to end, Will vouch the truth of it. Him I accuse, Where he was to begin, and give away The city ports + by this hath enter'd, and The benefit of our levies, answering us Intends to appear before the people, boping With our own charge ; 9 making a treaty, where to purge himself with words : Despatch.

There was a yielding ; This admits no excuse. (Ereuni Attendants.

• Helped + Tbought me re varded with good look, • Recall. + Gates.

• Tear's. Rewarding us with our own expense.

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Auf. He approaches, you shall hear him. That like an eagle in a dove-cote, I

Flutter'd your voices in Corioli :
Enter CORIOLANUS, with Drums and Colours ; Alone I did it.-Boy!
u Crowd of CITIZENS with him.

Auf. why, noble lords,
Cor. Hail, lords ! I am returned your soldier ; which was your shame, by this unboly braggart,

Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune,
No more infected with my country's love,
Than when I parted hence, but still subsisting

"Fore your own eyes and ears?
Under your great command. You are to know,

Con. Let bim die for't. (Several speak at once. That prosperously I base attempted, and,

Cit. (Speaking promiscuously.) Tear him to With bloody passage led your wars, even to

pieces, do it presently. He killed my son :--my The gates of Rome. Our spoils we have brought daughter ;-He killed my cousin Marcius ;-He home,

killed my father. Do more than counterpoise, a full third part,

2 Lord. Peace, ho ;-no outrage ;-peace. The charges of the action. We have made peace, The man is noble, and his fame folds in With no less honour to the Antiates,

This orb o'the earth.. His last offence to us
Than shame to the Romans ; and we here deliver, Shall have judicious + hearing.–Stand, Autidius,
Subscrib'd by the consuls and patricians,

And trouble not the peace.
Together with the seal o'the senate, what

Cor. Oh! that I had him,
We have compounded on.

With six Aufidiuses, or more, bis tribe,
Auf. Read it not, noble lords ;

To use my lawful sword !
But iell the traitor in the highest degree

Auf. Ivsolent villain !
He hath abus'd your powers.

Con. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him!
Cor. Traitor 1-How now?

(AUFIDIUS and the CONSPIRATORS draw, and Auf. Ay, traitor, Marcius.

kill CORIOLANUS, who falls, and AUFIDIUS Cor. Marcius!

stands on him.
Auf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius : Dost thou Lords. Hold, hold, hold, hold !

Auf. My uoble masters, hear me speak.
I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stoln name

i Lord. o Tullus !
Coriolanus in Corioli 1

2 Lord. Thou hast done a deed whereat valour You lords and heads of the state, perfidiously

will weep. He has betray'd your business, and given up 3 Lord. Tread not upon him.-Masters, all, be For certain drops of salt. your city Rome Put up your swords.

(quiet : (I say, your city) to his wife and mother : Auf. My lords, when you shall know (as in Breaking his oath and resolution, like

this rage, A twist of rotten silk: never admitting

Provok'd by him, you cannot,) the great danger
Counsel o'the war; but at his purse's tears Which this man's life did owe you, you'll rejoice
He wbin'd and roar'd away your victory;

That be is thus cut off. Please it your honours
That pages blush'd at him, and men of heart To call me to your senate, l'll deliver
Look'd wondering each at other.

Myself your loyal servant, or endure
Cor. Hear'st thou, Mars?

Your heaviest censare.
Auf. Name not the god, thou boy of tears, 1 Lord. Bear from hence his body,
Cor. Ha!

And mourn you for bim: let bim be regarded auf. No more. +

As the most noble corse that ever herald
Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart Did follow to his urn.
Too great for what contains it. Boy! O slave ! 2 Lord. His own impatience
Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever Takes from Aufidius a great part of blaine.
I was forc'd to scold. Your judgments, my grave Let's make the best of it.

Auf. My rage is gone,
Must give this car the lie: and his own notion And I am struck with sorrow. Take him up:
(Who wears my stripes impress'd on him that Help, three o'the chiefest soldiers ; I'll be one.-
most bear

Beat thou the drum, that it speak mournfully :
My beating to his grave,) sball join to thrust Trail your steel pikes.--Though in this city be
The lie onto him.

Hath widow'd and unchilded many a one,
I Lord. Peace, both, and hear me speak. Which to this hour bewail the injury,
Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volsces : men and lads, Yet he shall have a noble memory.
Stain all your edges on me.--Boy! False hound i Assist. (Exeunt, bearing the body of CORIOLA-
you have writ your annals true, 'tis there,

NUS. A dead March sounded.
Drops of tears.

† No more than a boy of tears. • His fame overspreads the world. + Judicial.

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LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE. ABOUT the middle of February, A.U.C. 709, « riotous festival sacred to Pan, and called Lapercalia, was held in

honour of Cesar, when the regal crown was offered him by Antony. In the middle of the following March he was assassinated. November 27, 710, the Triumvirs, Antony, Lepidus, and Oetavius, inet at a small island tormed by the river Rhenus, near Bononia, and there agreed upon the cruel proscription introduced in Aet IV..--In711, Brutus and Cassius were totally defeated at Philippi.--Shakspeare appears to have produced this play about the year 1807: one, upon the same subject, had bren written by a young Scotch Nobleman, the Ear! of Sterline; aud in many passages of each, a strong similarity may be traced :---this was probably occasioned by both authors drawing their materials from the same source.--A Latin play on this subject, by Dr. Eedes, of Oxford, who is enumerated amongst the best tragic authors of that ara, was published in 1582.---Dr. Johnsoa tays of this tragedy :---"Many particular passages deserve regard, and the contention and reconcilement of Brutus and Cassius are universally celebrated, but I have never been strongly agitated in perusing it, and think it somewhat cold and unaffecting, compared with some other of Shakspeare's plays : his adherence to cae real story, and to Ruman mauners, seems to have impeded the natural vigour of his genius."


ARTEMIDORUS, a Sophist of Cnidos.

Death of Julius CINNA, a Poet,- Another Poet.


Cassius. CASSIUS,


DARDANIUS, Servants to Brutus. TREBONIUS,

Conspirators against PINDARUS, Servant to Cassius. LIGARIUS,

Julius Cesar. DECIUS BRUTUS,

CALPHURNIA, Wife to Cesar.

Portia, Wije to Brutus.
Flavius and MARULLUS, Tribunes.

Senators, Citizens, Guards, Attendants, &c. SCENE: the first three acts at Rome : afterwards at an Island near Mutina, at Sardis; and near



2 cit. Truly, sir, all that I live by is, with

the awl : I meddle with no tradesman's matters, SCENE 1.-Rome.- A Street. nor woman's matters, but witbawl.

I am,

indeed, Sir, a surgeon to old shoes ; when they Enter Flavius, Marullus, and a Rabble of are in great danger, I recover them. As proper CITIZENS.

men as ever trod upon neats-leather, bave gone Flav. Hence! home, you idle creatures, get upon my handy-work. you borne ;

Flav. But wherefore art not in thy shop to-day? Is this a holiday? What I know yon not,

Why dost thou lead these men about the streets ? Being mechanical, you ougbt voi walk

2 Cit. Truly, Sir, to wear out their shoes, to Upon a labouring day, without the sign

get diyself into more work. But, indeed, s, of your profession ?-Speak, what trade art thou ? we make holiday to see Cesar, and to rejoice in i Cit. Why, Sir, a carpenter.

his triumph. Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule ? Mar. Wherefore rejoice # What conquest brings What dost thou with thy best apparel on ?

he home ? You, Sir; what trade are you?

What tributaries follow him to Rome, 2 Cit. Truly, Sir, in respect of a fine workman To gruce in captive bonds his charic t wheels ! I an but, as you would say, a cobler.

You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless Mar. But what trade art thou ? Answer mue

things? directly.

O you haru hearts, you cruel men of Rome, 2 Cit. A trade, Sir, that I hope I may use with Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft a safe conscience; which is, indeed, Sir, a mender Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, of bad soals.

To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Mar. What trade, thou knave! thou naughty Your infants in your armis, and there have sat knave, what trade?

The live-long day, with patient expectation, 2 Cit. Nay, I beseech you, Sir, be not out with To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome : me : yet, if you be out, Sir, I can mend you. And when you saw his chariot but appear,

Mar. What meanest thou by that? Mend me, Have you not inade an universal shout, thou saucy fellow!

Tbat Tyber trembled underneatb ber banks 2 Cit. Why, Sir, cobble you.

To hear the replication of your soupde, Flav. Thou art a cobler, art thou ?

Made in ber concave shores 1

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And do you now pat on your best attire ? Cas. Brutus, 1 do observe you now of late :
And do yon now cull out a holiday

I have not from your eyes that gentleness,
And do you now strew flowers in his way, And show of love-as I was wont to have :
That comes in tlumph over Pompey's blood ? You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand
Be gone !

Over your friend that loves you.
Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Brú. Cassius,
Fray to the gods to intermit the plague

Be not deceiv'd: if I bave veil'd my look,
That needs must light on this ingratitude. I turn the trouble of my countenance

Play. Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this Merely upon myself. Vexed I am,
Assemble all the poor men of your sort; (fault, of late, with passions of some difference ;
Draw them to Tyber banks, and weep your tears Conceptions only proper to myself,
Into the channel, till the lowest streamı

Which give soine soil, perhaps, to my beba.
Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.

viours :
(Exeunt CITIZENS. But let not therefore my good friends be griev'd :
See, whe'r their basest metal be not mov'd; (Amoug which number, Cassius, be you one)
They vauish tongue-tied in their guiltiness. Nor construe any further my neglect,
Go you down that way towards the Capitol ; Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
This way will I: Disrobe the images,

Forgets the shows of love to other men.
If you do and them deck'd with ceremonies. • Cus. Then, Brulus, I have much mistook your
Mar. May we do so?

passion, t
You know it is the feast of Lupercal.

By meals whereof, this breast of mine hath
Flar. It is no inatter ; let no images

Be bang with Cesar's trophies. + l’li abont, Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.
And drive away the vulgar from the streets : Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face ?
So do you too where you perceive them thick. Bru. No, Cassius : for the eye sees not itself,
These growing feathers pluck'd from Cesar's wing, But by reflection, by some other things.
Will make him fly an ordinary pitch :

Cas. "Tìs just :
Who else would soar above the view of men, And it is very inuch lamented, Brutus,
And keep us all iu servile fearfulness.

That you have no such mirrors as will turn (Exeunt. Your hidden worthiness into your eye,

That you might see your shadow. I have heard, SCENE 11.-The same.--A public Place.

Where many of the best respect in Rome,

(Except immortal Cesar) speaking of Brutus, Exter, in Procession, with Music, CESAR; AN. And groaning underneath this age's yoke, TONY, for the course ; CALPBURNIA, PORTIA, Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes.

Bru. Into wbat dangers would you lead me,
Decius, CICERO, BRUTUS, Cassics, and

CASCA, a great Crowd following, among them

That you would have me seek into myself

For that which is not in me?
Ces. Calphuruia,

Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, he prepar'd
Casca. Peace, hol Cesar speaks.

hear :
[Music ceases. And, since you know you cannot see yourself
Ces. Calphurnia,

So well as by reflection, I, your glass,
Cal. Here, my lord.

Will modestly discover to yourself
Ces. Stand you directly in Antonins' way, That of yourself which you yet know not of.
When be deth ran his course. -Antonius. And be not jealous of me, gentle Brutus :
Ant. Cesar, my lord.

Were I a common langhter, or did use
Ces. Forget uoi, in your speed, Antonius, To stale | with ordiuary oaths my love
To touco Calphurnia : for our elders say, To every new protester ; if you know
The barren tonched in this holy chase,

That I do fawn on inen, and hug them hard,
Sbake off their steril curse.

And after scandal them; or, if you know
Ant. I shall remember :

That I profess myself in banqueting
When Cesar says, Do this, it is perform'd. To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.
Ces. Set on; aud leave no ceremony out.

(Flourish and shout. (Music. Bru. What means this shouting ? I do fear, the Sooth, Cesar!

Ces. Ha! who calls ?

Choose Cesar for their king.
Casca. Bid every uoise be still :-Peace yet Cas. Ay, do you fear it?

(Music ceases. Then must I think you would not have it so.
Ces. Who is it in the press that calls on me? Bru. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him
I hear a tongue, shriller ihan all the music,

well :
en, Cesar l-Speak; Cesar is turned to hear. But wherefore do you hold me here so long !
Notá, Beware the ides of March.

What is it that you would impart to me?
Cas. What man is that?

If it be aught toward the general good,
Bru. A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of Set bonour in one eye, and death i'the other,

And I will look on both indifferently:

. Set him before me, let me see his face. For, let the gods so speed me, as I love
Cas. Fellow, come from ibe throng: Look upon The name of honour more than I fear death,

Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,
Ces. What say'st thou to me now? Speak once as well as I do know your outward favour.

Well, honour is the subject of my story.--
Sooth. Beware the ides of March.

I cannot tell, what you and other men
Ces. He is a dreamer: let us leave him ;-pass. Think of this life ; but, for my single sell,
(Sennet. § Exeunt all but Bru. and Cas, i had as lief. not be, as live to be
Cas. Will you go see the order of the course ? In awe of such a thing as I myself.

I was born free as Cesar ; so were you :

We both have fed as well, and we can both
Bru. I am not gamesome : I do lack some part Endure the winter's cold, as well as be.
Of that quick spirit that is in Antony

For once, upon a raw and gasty day,
Lat me not hinder, Cassius, your desires ; The troubled Tyber chafing with her shores,

Cesar said to me, Dar'st thou, Cassius, nor
Honorary ornamonts , tokens of respect.

Leap in with me into this angry flood,
Adorned with laurel crowns.

A ceremony
Flourish of • Discordant opinions.

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Bru. Not 1.
Cas. I pray you, do.

MI leave you.

ebserved at the least of Lupercalia.

The nature of yont

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