L° Shoute Brutus will start a fpirit as foon as Cæfar.- O! you and I have heard our fathers fay, There was a Brutus once, that would have brook'd As easily as a king. Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous t I would not, fo with love I might intreat you, • It is faid in the fifth fcene that the people fhouted thrice; but we have no direction in any edition for any more than two fhouts: This feems the most proper place for the third shout, which I look upon to be the occafion of the fudden apostrophe, Now in the names of all the gods, &c. The fo's, walks for walls. q P. and H. omit the two following lines in their text, but preserve them in the margin. 7. thinks that our author wrote rather, infernal devil. s R.'s octavo, would you for you would. The fo's, R. and P. point as fol. lows, I would not so (with love I might intreat you) &c. I will confider; what you have to fay, I will with patience hear; and find a time " Both meet to hear, and answer fuch high things. Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this; Brutus had rather be a villager, Than to repute himself a fon of Rome, Under fuch hard conditions, as this time Is like to lay upon us. Caf. I am glad that my weak words Have ftruck but thus much fhew of fire from Brutus Bru. The games are done, and Cæfar is returning, Bru. I will do fo.—But look you, Caffius, a R. But for Both. The fo's, thefe for fuck. * The three laft fo's and R.'s octavo, blow for glow. y R. P. and H. read with for by. Caf. Caf. Cafea will tell us what the matter is. Ant. Cafar Caf. Let me have men about me that are fat, [ To Ant. apart. Sleek-headed men, and fuch as fleep o' nights: b Yond Caffius has a lean and hungry look, He thinks too much; fuch men are dangerous. Ant. Fear him not, Cæfar, he 's not dangerous; He is a noble Roman, and well given. Caf. Would he were fatter! but I fear him not; Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I fhould avoid, So foon as that fpare Caffius. He reads much; Quite through the deeds of men. He loves no plays As if he mock'd himself, and fcorn'd his fpirit Whiles they behold a greater than themselves; I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd, 2 P. T. H. W. and J. Antonius for Antonio. a This direction first put in by J. C. Yon. [Exeunt Cæfar and his Train. The laft f. m for him. d So the fo's and C; the reft, Whiifi. The fo's, Sennit. Exeunt, &c. SCENE SCENE V. Manent Brutus, Caffius, and Cafca. Cafe. You pull'd me by the cloak; would you speak with me? Bru. Ay, Cafea; tell us what hath chanic'd to-day, That Cafar looks fo fad. Cafe. Why, you were with him, were you not? Bru. I fhould not then afk Cafea what had chanc'd. Cafe. Why, there was a crown offer'd him; and being offer'd him, he put it by with the back of his hand, thus; and then the people fell a fhouting. Bru. What was the fecond noife for? Cafe. Why, for that too. Caf. They fhouted thrice; what was the last cry for? -Bru. Was the crown offer'd him thrice? Cafe. Ay, marry, was 't, and he put it by thrice, every tiine gentler than other; and at every putting by, mine honeft neighbours fhouted. Caf. Who offer'd him the crown? Cafe. Why, Antony. Fru. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Cafed. Cafe. I can as well be hang'd, as tell the manner of it; It was meer foolery, I did not mark it. I faw Mark f The three lift fo's, were for wat, C Antmg Antony offer him a crown; yet 'twas not a crown neither, 'twas one of these coronets; and, as I told you, he put it by once; but for all that, to my thinking, he would fain have had it. Then he offer'd it to him again; then he put it by again; but, to my thinking, he was very loth to lay his fingers off it. And then he offer'd it the third time; he put it the third time by; and ftill, as he refus'd it, the rabblement hooted, and clapp'd their chopt hands, and threw up their fweaty night-caps, and utter'd fuch a deal of ftinking breath, because Cæfar refus'd the crown, that it had almost choaked Cæfar; for he fwooned, and fell down at it; and for mine own part, I durft not laugh, for fear of opening my lips, and receiving the bad air. h Caf. But soft I pray you; what, did Cæfar 1 swoon? Cafe. He fell down in the market-place, and foam'd at mouth, and was fpeechless. Bru. 'Tis very like, he hath the falling-fickness. Caf. No, Cafar hath it not, but you and I, And honeft Cafia; we have the falling-fickness. Cafe. I know not what you mean by that; but I am fure Cæfar fell down. If the tag-rag people did not clap him, and hifs him, according as he pleas'd and difpleas'd them, as they use to do the players in the theatre, I am no true man. k Bru. What faid he, when he came unto himself? Cafe. Marry, before he fell down, when he perceiv'd the common herd was glad he refus'd the crown, he pluckt me The three firt fo's, borted; the fourth f. R. P. T. and W. bouted; H, fhosted. h The fo's, fwoonded. i The fo's, fwound. ope |