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All. Welcome, ladies !
Ere he express himself, or more the people

If Welcome! (A flourish with drums and trumpets. With what he would say, let him feel your sword, TI [E.xeunt. Which we will second. When he lies along,

After your way his tale pronounc'd shall bury

SCENEV.--- Antium. A public place. His reasons with his body.
Enter TULLUS Aufidius, with Attendants. Auf. Say no more;

Auf. Go tell the lords of the city, I am here :
Here come the lords.

W Deliver them this paper : having read it,

Enter the Lords of the city.

'T Bid them repair to the market-place; where I,

Lords. You are most welcome home.
Even in theirs and in the commons' ears,

Auf. I have not deserv'd it;
Will vouch the truth of it. Him I accuse, But, worthy lords, have you with heed perus'd

do The city ports by this hath enter'd, and

What I have written to you?
Intends to appear before the people, hoping

Lords. We have.
To purge himself with words : Dispatch!

| Lord. And grieve to hear it.
(Exeunt Attendants. What faults he made before the last, I think,

Enter three or four Conspirators of Auridius' faction. Might have found easy fines: but there to end,

T Most welcome!

Where he was to begin; and give away
1 Con. How is it with our general ?

The benefit of our levies, answering us
Auf. Even so,

With our own charge; making a treaty, where
As with a man by his own alms empoison's, There was a yielding. This admits no excuse.
And with his charity slain.

Auf. He approaches, you shall hear him.
2 Con, Most noble sir,

Ent CORIOLANUS, with drums and colours; a crowd If you do hold the same intent, wherein

of Citizens with him. You wish'd us parties, well deliver you

Cor. Hail, lords! I am return’d your soldier ;
of your great danger.

No more infected with my country's love,
Auf. Sir, I cannot tell;

Than when I parted hence, but still subsisting
We must proceed, as we do find the people. Under your great command. You are to know,

3 Con. The people will remain uncertain, whilst That prosperously I have attempted, and
'Twixt you there's difference; but the fall of either With bloody passage Jed your wars, even to
Makes the survivor heir of all.

The gates of Rome. Our spoils we have bronght home,
Auf. I know it;

Do more than counterpoise, a full third part,
And my pretext to strike at him admits

The charges of the action. We have made peace,
A good construction. I rais'd him, and I pawn'd With no less honour to the Antiates,
Miue honour for his truth: who being so heighten'd, Than shame to the Romans: and we here deliver,
He water'd his new plants with dews of flattery, Subscrib’d by the consuls and patricians,
Seducing so my friends: and, to this end, Together with the seal o'the senale, what
He bow'd his nature, never known before

We have compounded on.
But to be rough, unswayable, and free.

Auf. Read it not, noble lords ;
3 Con. Sir, his stogtness,

But tell the traitor, in the highest degree
When he did stand for consul, which he lost

He hath abus'd your powers.
By lack of stooping, -

Cor. Traitor! - How now ? -
Auf. That I would have spoke of:

Auf. Ay, traitor, Marcius.
Being banish'd for't, he came unto my hearth; Cor. Marcius!
Presented to my knife his throat: I took him; Auf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius; dost thou think
Made him joint-servant with me; gave


way I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stol'n name
In all his own desires; nay, let him choose Coriolanus in Corioli?
Out of my files, his projects to accomplish, You lords and heads of the state, perfidionsły
My best and freshest men; serv'd his designments He has betray'd your business, and given up,
In mine own person ; holp to reap the fame, For certain drops of salt, your city Rome
Which he did end all his; and took some pride (I say, your city,) to his wife and mother:
To do myself this wrong: till, at the last, Breaking his oath and resolution, like
I seenu'd his follower, not partner; and

A twist of rotten silk; never admitting
He wag'd me with his countenance, as if

Counsel o'the war; but at his nurse's tears
I had been mercenary.

He whiu'd and roar'd away your victory;
1 Con, So he did, my lord :

pages blush'd

at him, and mea of heart

army marvell’d at it. And, in the last, Look'd wondering each at other.
When he had carried Rome; and that we look'd Cor. Hear'st thou, Mars !
For no less spoil, than glory, -

duf. Name not the god, thou boy of tears, – Auf. There was it ;

Cor. Ha!
For which my sinews shall be stretch'd upon him. Auf. No more.
At a few drops of women's rheum, which are Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart
As cheap as lies, he sold the blood and labour

Too great for what contains it. Boy! O slave!-
Of our great action: therefore shall he die, Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever
And I'll renew me in his fall. But, hark!

11 was forc'd to scold. Your judgments, my grare [Drums and trumpets sound, with great lords, shouts of the people.

Must give this cur the lie: and his own nation 1 Con. Your native town you enter'd like a post, (Who wears my stripes impress'd And had no welcomes home; but he returns,

bear Splitting the air with noise.

My beating to his grave;) shall join to thrust 2 Con. And patient fools,

The lie unto him.
Whose children he hath slain, their base throats tear, 1 Lord. Peace, both, and hear me speak!
With giving him glory.

Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volces! men and lads,
Con. Therefore, at your vantage,

Stain all your edges on me! - Boy! False hound!

on him; that mast

will weep:


If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, 2 Lord. Thou hast done a deed whereat valour
That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I
Flutter'd your Volces in Corioli:

3 Lord. Tread not upon him!— Masters all, be ·Alone I did it. — Boy!

Auf. Why, noble lords !

Put up your swords!
Will be
in mind of his blind fortune,

Auf. My lords, when you shall know (as in this rage,
Which was your shame, by this unholy braggart,

Provok'd by him, you cannot,) the great danger

Which this man's life did owe you, you'll rejoice 'Fore your own eyes and ears? Con. Let him die fort! Several speak at once.

That he is thus cut off. Please it your honours Cit. (Speaking promiscuously.) Tear him to pieces, Myself your loyal servant, or endure

To call me to your senate, I'll deliver

do it presently. 'He killed my son; - iny daughter; Your heaviest censure.
- He killed my cousin Marcus;-he killed my father. -

1 Lord. Bear from hence his body,
2 Lord. Peace, ho !- noontrage!- peace! And mourn you for him: let him be regarded
The man is noble, and his fame folds in

As the most noble corse, that ever herald
This orb o'the earth. His last offence to us

Did follow to his urn.
Shall have judicious hearing. - Stand, Aufidius, 2 Lord. His own impatience
And trouble not the peace!

Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame.
Cor. O, that I had him,

Let's make the best of it.
With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe,

Auf. My rage is gone,
To use my lawful sword!

And I am struck with sorrow. - Take him up!
Auf. Insolent villain!

Help, three o'the chiefest soldiers ; I'll be one. — Con, Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him!

Beat thou the drum, that it speak mournfully;
(Aufidius and the Conspirators draw, and Trail your steel pikes. — Though in this city he

kill Coriolanus,who falls, and Aufidius Hath widow'd and unchilded many a one,
stands on him.

Which to this hour bewail the injury,
Lords. Hold, hold, hold, hold!

Yet he shall have a noble memory!
Auf. My noble masters, hear me speak!

Assist! [Exeunt, bearing the body of Coriolanus.
Lord. o Tullus,-

A dead march sounded.

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persons of the Drama.

Flavius and MARULLUS, tribunes.

ARTEMIDORUS, a sophist of Cnidos.
triumvirs after the death of

A Soothsayer,

Julius aesar.

Cinta, a poet. Another Poet.
CICERO, Publius, Popilius Lexa; senutors, Luciliu's, Tutinius, Messala, young Cato, and Vo-

LUMNIUS; friends to Brutus and Cassius.

Varro, Clitus, Claudius, STRATO, Lucius, DARDA-

NIUS; servants to Brutus.

conspirators against Julius PINDARUS, servant to Cassius.


CALPAURKIA, wife to Caesar.
Decius BRUTOS,

Portia, wife to Brutus.

Senators, Citizens, Guards, Attendants, etc.
Swexs, - During a great part of the play, at Rome; afterwards ut Sardis; and near Philippi.

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Mar. But what trade art thou? Answer me directly. A C T 1.

2 Cit. A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a SCENE I. - Rome. A street.

safe conscience; which is, indeed, sir, a mender of
Enter Flavius, MANULLUS, and a Rnbble of Citizens. bad soals.
Flav. Ilence; home, you idle creatures, get you; Mar. What trade, thon knave? thon nanghty knave,

what trade?
Is this a holiday? What! know you not,
Being mechanical, you ought not walk

2 Cit. Nay, I besecch you, sir, be not out with me: Upon a labouring day, without the sign

yet, if you be out, sir, I can mend yon. of your profession? --Speak, what trade art thoa? Mar. What meanest thou by that? Mend me, thon 1 Cit. Why, sir, a carpenter. Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule? 2 Cit. Why, sir, cobble you. What dost thou with thy best apparel on? - Flav, Thou art a cobbler, art thon? You, sir; what trade are you?

2 Cit. Truly, sir, all that I live by is, with the awl: 2 Cit. Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, 1 I meddle with no tradesman's masters, nor women's am but, as you would say, a cobbles.

matters, but with aw. I am, indeed, sir, a surgeon

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Be gone;

to old shoes; when they are in great danger, I re- Caes, Set on, and leave no ceremony out. (Music. AI cover them. As proper men as ever trod upon neats- Sooth. Caesar!

ТІ leather, have gone upon my handy-work. Caes, Ha! Who calls?

T Flav. But wherefore art not in thy shop to-day?) Casca. Bid every noise be still. -- Peace yet again! Why dost thou lead these men about the streets ?

(Music ceases. 2 Cit. Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get Caes. Who is it in the press, that calls on me?

C myself into more work. But, indeed, sir, we make I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music, holiday, to see Caesar, and to rejoice in his triumph. Cry, Caesar: speak; Caesar is turn'd to hear.

T Mar. Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he sooth. Beware the ides of March. home? Caes. What man is that?

Bi What tributaries follow him to Rome,

Bru. A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of

| W To grace in captive bonds his chariot-wheels?


If You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless Caes. Set him before me, let me see his face.

SO things!

Cas. Fellow, come from the throng: look upon A 0, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome,


I Knew you not Pompey ? Many a time and oft Caes. What say'st thou to me now? Speak once T Have you climb'd np to walls and battlements,

To towers and windows, yea, to chimuey-tops, Sooth, Beware the ides of March,
Your infants in your arms, and there have sat Caes. He is a dreamer ; let us leave him : ---pass!
The live-long day, with patient expectation,

[Sennet. Exeunt all but Bru. and Cas.

I To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome : Cas. Will you go see the order of the course? And, when you saw his chariot but appear,

Bru, Not i. Hlave you not made an universal shout,

Cas. I pray you, do ! That Tyber trembled underneath her banks,

Bru. I am not gamesome: I do lack some part To hear the replication of your sounds,

Of that quick spirit that is in Antony:
Made in her concave shores?

Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires ;
And do you now put on your best attire?
And do you now cull out a holiday?

Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late:
And do you now strew flowers in his way, I have not from your eyes that gentleness,
That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood ? And show of love, as I was wont to have :

You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand
Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Over your friend that loves you.
Pray to the gods to intermit the plague

Bru. Cassius,
That needs must light on this ingratitude.

Be not deceiv’d: if I have veil'd my look,
Fluv. Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault, I turn the trouble of my countenance
Assemble all the poor men of your sort;

Merely upon myself. Vexed I am,
Draw them to Tyber banks, and weep your tears Of late, with passions of some difference,
Into the channel, till the lowest stream

Conceptions only proper to myself,
Do kiss the most exalted shores of all. [Exeunt Cit. Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviours :
See, whe'r their basest metal be not mov’d; But let not therefore my good friends be griev'd;
They vanish, tongue-tied in their guiltiness. (Among which number, Cassius, be you

one;) Go you down that way towards the Capitol, Nor construe any further my neglect, This way will I. Disrobe the images,

Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies.

Forgets the shows of love to other men. Mar. May we do so?

Cos. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your pasYou know, it is the feast of Lupercal.

sion; Flay. It is no matter; let no images

By means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried Be hung with Caesar's trophies. I'll about,

Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.
And drive away the vulgar from the streets : Tell nie, 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 Caesar's wing, But by reflection, by some other things.
Will make him fly an ordinary pitch;

Cas, 'Tis just :
Wlio else would soar above the view of men, And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
And keep us all in servile fearfulness. [Exeunt. That you have no such mirrors, as will turn

Your hidden worthiness into your eye, SCENE II. - The same. A public place. That you might see your shadow. I have heard, Enter, in procession, with music, Caesan; Antony, Where many of the best respect in Rome, for the course; CalphurNIA, PORTIA, Decius, Cicero, (Except immortal Caesar,) speaking of Brutus, BRUTUS, Cassius, and Casca, a great crowd follow- And groaning underneath this age's yoke, ing; among them a Soothsuyer.

Have wish'd, that noble Brutus had his eyes.
Caes. Calphurnia,

Brit. Into what dangers would you


Casca. Peace, ho! Caesar speaks! [Music ceases. That you would have me scek into myself
Caes. Calphurnia,

For that which is not in me?
Cal. Here, my lord !

Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepard to hear
Cues. Stand you directly in Antonios' way, And, since you kvow you cannot see yourself
When he doth run his course. - - Antonius! So well as by reflection, I, your glass,
Ant. Caesar, my lord !

Will modestly discover to yourself
Caes. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, That of yourself which you yet know not of.
To touch Calphurnia: for our elders say,

And be not jealous of mě, gentle Brutus:
The barren, touched in this holy chase,

Were I a common laugher, or did usc
Shake off their sterile curse.

To stale with ordinary oaths my love
Ant. I shall remember:

To every new protester; if you know,
When Caesar says, Do this, it is perform'd. That I do fawn on men, and hug thein bard,


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And after scandal them; or if you know,

Brutus will start a spirit as soon, as Caesar. [Shout.
That I profess myself in banqueting

Now in the names of all the gods at once,
To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.

Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed,

[Flourish, and shout. That he is grown so great? Age, thou art sham'd: Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, the people Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods! Choose Caesar for their king.

When went there by an age, since the great flood, Cus. Ay, do you fear it?

But it was fam'd with more, than with one man?
Then must I think you would not have it so. When could they say, till now, that talk'd of Rome,

Bru. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well :- That her wide walks encompass'd but one man?
But wherefore do you hold me here so long? Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough,
What is it that you would impart to me?

When there is in it but one only man.
If it be aught toward the general good,

0! you and I have heard our fathers say,
Set honour in one eye, and death i'the otlier, There was a Brutus once, that would have brook'd
And I will look on both iodillerently:

The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome,
For, let the gods so speed me, as I love

As easily, as a king,
The name of honour more, than I fear death.

Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous;
Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, What you would work me to, I have some aim:
As well, as I do know your outward favour. How I have thought of this, and of these times,
Well, honour is the subject of my story. -

I shall recount hereafter; for this present,
I cannot tell, what you and other men

I would not, so with love I might entreat you,
Think of this life; but, for my single self, Be any further mov’d. What you have said,
I had as lief not be, as live to be

I will consider ; what you have to say,
In awe of such a thing as I myself.

I will with patience hear: and find a time
I was born free as Caesar; so were you:

Both meet to hear, and answer, such high things.
We both have fed as well; and we can both Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this;
Endure the winter's cold, as well as he.

Brutus had rather be a villager,
For once, upon a raw and gusty day,

Than to repute himself a son of Rome
The troubled Tyber chafing with her shores, Under these hard conditions as this time
Caesar said to me, Dar'st ihou, Cassius, now Is like to lay upon us.
Leap in with me into this angry flood,

Cas. I am glad, that my weak words
dud swim to yonder point? - Upon the word, Have struck but thus much show of fire from Bratus.
Accouter'd as I was, i plunged in,

Re-enter Caesar, and his train.
And bade him follow: so, indeed, he did.

Bru. The games are done, and Caesar is returning.
The torrent roar'd; and we did builet it

Cas. As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve;
With lusty sinews ; throwing it aside,

And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you
And stemming it with hearts of controversy. What hath proceeded, worthy note, to-day.
But ere we could arrive the point propos’d,

Bru. I will do so. But, look you, Cassius,
Caesar cry'd : Ilelp me, Cassius, or I sink. The angry spot doth glow on Caesar's brow,
I, as Aeneas, our great ancestor,

And all the rest look like a chidden train :
Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder Calphurnia's cheek is pale; and Cicero
The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of Tyber Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes,
Did I the tired Caesar: and this man

As we have seen him in the Capitol,
Is now become a god; and Cassius is

Being cross’d in conference by some senators.
A wretched creature, and must bend his body, Cas. Casca will tell us what the matter is.
If Caesar carelessly but nod on him.

Caes. Antonius.
He had a fever when he was in Spain,

Ant. Caesar.
And, when the fit was on him, I did mark

Caes. Let me have men about me that are fat;
How he did shake: 'tis true, this god did şlake: Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o’nights :
His coward lips did from their colour fly;

Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look;
And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world, He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.
Did lose his lustre: I did hear him groan:

Ant. Fear him not, Caesar, he's not dangerous;
Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade tlie Ronans He is a noble Pcman, and well given.
Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, Caes. 'Would he were fatter: - but I fear him not!
Alas! it cried, Give me some drink, Titinius, Yet, if my name were liable to fear,
As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me,

I do not know the man I should avoid
A man of such a feeble temper should

So soon, as that spare Cassius. He reads much;
So get the start of the majestic world,

He is a great observer, and he looks
And bear the palm alone. [Shout. Flourish. Quite through the deeds of men:, he loves no plays,
Bru. Another general shout!

As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music:
I do believe, that these applauses are

Seldom he smiles ; and smiles in such a sort,
For some ncw honours that are heap'd on Caesar. As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit
Cas. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, That conld be mov'd to smile fat any thing.
Like a Colossus; and we petty men

Such men as he be never at heart's ease,
Walk ander his huge legs, and peep


Whiles they behold a greater than themselves ;
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.

And therefore are they very dangerous.
Men at some time are masters of their fates : I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd,
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,

Than what I fear; for always I am Caesar.
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.

Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf,
Brutus, and Caesar: what should be in that Caesar? And tell me truly what thou think'st of him.
Why should that name be sounded more then yours ?

[Exeunt Caesar and his train. Caesar Write them together, yours is as fair a name;

stayå behind. Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Casca. You pulld me by the cloak; would you Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with them, speak with me?

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Bru. Casca; tell us what hath chanc'd to-day, Cas. Will you sup with me to-night, Casca?
That Caesar looks so sad.

Casca. No, I am promised forth.
Casca. Why you were with him, were you not? Cas. Will you dine with me to-morrow?
Bru. I should not then ask Casca what hath chanc'd. Casca. Ay, if I be alive, and your mind hold, and

Casca. Why, there was a crown offered him: and your dinner worth the cating.
being oilered him, he put it by with the back of his Cas. Good; I will expect you.
hand, thus; and then the people fell a-shouting, Cascu. Do so. Farewell, both! [Exit Carca.
Bru. What was the second noise for ?

Bru. What a blunt fellow is this grown to be?
Casca. Why, for that too.

He was quick mettle, when he went to school. Cas. They shouted thrice; what was the last ery

for? Cas. So is he now, in execution Casca. Why, for that too.

Of any noble enterprize, Bru. Was the crown ofler'd him thrice?

However he puts on this tardy form. Casca. Ay, marry, was’t, and he put it by thrice, This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, every time gentler, than other; and at every putting Which gives men stomach to digest his words by, mine honest neighbours shouted.

With better appetite. Cas. Who offered him the crown?

Bru, And so it is. For this time I will leave you: Casca. Why, Antony.

To-morrow, if you please to speak with me, Bru. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca ! I will come home to you; or, if you will,

Casca. I can as well be hanged, as tell the manner Come home to me, and I will wait for you. of it: it was mere foolery, I did not mark it. I saw Cas. I will do so:

till then, think of the world. Mark Antony offer him a crown; — yet'twas a crown

(Exit Brutus. neither, 'twas one of these coronets; — and, as I told Well, Bratus, thou art noble; yet, I see, you, he put it by once: but, for all that, to my thinking, Thy honourable metal may be wrought he would fain bave had it. Then he offered it to him from that it is dispos'd: therefore 'tis meet again : then he put it by again: but, to my thinking, That noble minds keep ever with their likes : he was very loath to lay his fingers off it. And then for who so firm, that cannot be sedue'd? he offered it the third time; he put it the third time Caesar doth bear me hard; but he loves Bratus : by: and still as he refused it

, the rabblement hooted, If I were Brutus now, and he were Cassius,
and clapped their chopped hands, and threw up their He should not humour me. I will this night,
sweaty night-caps, and uttered such a deal of stinking Iu several hands, in at his windows throw,
breath because Caesar refused the crown, that it had As if they came from several citizens,
almost choked Caesar; for he swooned, and fell down Writings, all tending to the great opinion
at it: aud for mine own part, I durst not laugh, for That Rome holds of his name; wherein obscurely
foar of opening my lips, and receiving the bad air. Caesar's ambition shall be glanced at:
Cas. But, soft, I pray you: what? did Caesar swoon? And, after this, let Caesar seat him sare;
Casca. He fell down in the market-place, and foam- t'or we shall shake him, or worse days endare
ed a mouth, and was speechless.

Bru. 'Tis very like; he hath the falling-sickness.
Cas. No, Cacsar lath it not; but you, and I,

SCENE III. The sume. A street.
And honest Casca, we have the falling-sickness. Thunder and lightning. Enter, from opposite sides

, Casca. I know not what you mean by that; but, I Casca, with his sword drawn, and CICERO. am sure, Caesar fell down. If the tag-rag people did Cic. Good even, Casca : brought you Caesar home? not clap him aud hiss him, according as he pleased, Why are you breathless ? and why stare you so? aud displeased them, as they use to do the players Cusca. Are not you mor'd, when all the swag in the theatre, I am no true man.

earth Bru. What said he, when he came unto himself? | Shakes, like a thing anhrm? O, Cicero, Casca. Marry, before he fell down, when he per- I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds ceiv'd the common herd was glad he refused the Have riv'd the knotty oaks; and I have seen crown, he plucked me ope his doublet, and offered The ambitious ocean swell, and rage, and foals, them his throat to cut. - An I had been a man of To be exalted with the threat'niog clouds: any occupation, if I would not have taken him at a But never till to-night, never till now, word, I would I might go to hell among the rogues : Did I go through a tempest dropping fire. - and so he fell. When he came to himself again, Either there is a civil strife in heaven; he said, if he had done or said any thiog amiss, he or else the world, too saucy with the gods, desired their worships to thiņk it was his infirmity. lacenses them to send destruction. Three or four wenches, where I stood, cried : Alas, Cic. Why, saw you any thing more wonderful? good soul! — and forgave him with all their hearts : Casca. A common slave (you know him well bj but there's no heed to be taken of them; if Caesar

sight,) had stabbed their mothers, they would have done Held up his left hand, which did flame, and bars

Like twenty torehes join'd; and yet his hand,
Bru. And after that, he came; thus sad, away? Not sensible of fire, remain'd unscorch'd.
Casca. Ay.

Besides, (I have not since put up my sword,)
Cas. Did Cicero say any thing?

Against the Capitol I met a lion,
Casca. Ay, he spoke Greek.

Who glar'd upou me, and went surly by,
Bas. To what effect?

Without annoying me: and there were drawn
Casca. Nay, an I tell you that, r'll ne'er look you Upon a heap a hundred ghastly women,
i'the face again: but those, that understood him, Transformed with their fear; who swore, they say
smiled at one another, and shook their heads : but. Men, all in fire, walk up and down the streets.
for mine own part, it was Greek to me. I could tell And, yesterday, the bird of night did sit,
you more news too: Marullus and Flavius, for pul- Even at noon-day, upon the market-place,
ling scarfs of Caesar's images, are put to silence

. Hooting, and shrieking. When these prodigies Fare you well! There was more foolery yet, if I Do so conjointly meet, let not men say, could remember it.

These are their reasons, They are naturali




no less.

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