Pray to the Gods to intermit the plague Ela. Go, go, good Countrymen, and for this fault. Draw them to Tyber bankes, and weepe your teares Exeunt all the Commoners. See where their basest mettle be not mov'd, If you You know it is the Feast of Lupercall. Fla. It is no matter, let no Images Who else would soare above the view of men, And keepe us all in servile fearefulnesse. Exeunt. Enter Casar, Antony for the Course, Calphurnia, Portia, Decius, Cicero, Brutus, Cassius, Caska, a Soothsayer: after them Murellus and Flavius. Cas. Calphurnia. Peace ho, Casar speakes. Cask. Cas. Calp. Heere my Lord. Cas. Stand you directly in Antonio's way, When he doth run his course. Antonio. Ant. Cæsar, my Lord. Cas. Forget not in your speed Antonio, To touch Calphurnia: for our Elders say, Calphurnia. The Barren touched in this holy chace, Shake off their sterrile curse. Ant. I shall remember, When Casar sayes, Do this; it is perform'd. Cas. Ha? Who calles? Cask. Bid every noyse be still: peace yet againe. Cas. Cassi. Fellow, come from the throng, look upon Cæsar. Cas. He is a Dreamer, let us leave him: Passe. Sennet. Exeunt. Manet Brut. Cass. Cassi. Will you go see the order of the course? Cassi. I pray you do. Brut. I am not Gamesom: I do lacke some part Of that quicke Spirit that is in Antony : Let me not hinder Cassius your desires; Ile leave you. Cassi. Brutus, I do observe you now of late : Bru. you. Cassius, Be not deceiv'd: If I have veyl'd my looke, Meerely upon my selfe. Vexed I am Of late, with passions of some difference, Which give some foyle (perhaps) to my Behaviours: Then that poore Brutus with himselfe at warre, Forgets the shewes of Love to other men. Cassi. Then Brutus, I have much mistook your passion, By meanes whereof, this Brest of mine hath buried Thoughts of great value, worthy Cogitations. Tell me good Brutus, Can you see your Brutus. No Cassius: face? For the eye sees not it selfe but by reflection, That you have no such Mirrors, as will turne Your hidden worthinesse into your eye, That you might see your shadow: I have heard, Where many of the best respect in Rome, Leade me Cassius? That you would have me seeke into my selfe, Cas. Therefore good Brutus, be prepar'd to heare: Will modestly discover to your selfe, That of your selfe, which you yet know not of. And be not jealous on me, gentle Brutus : Bru. What meanes this Showting? I do feare, the People choose Casar For their King. Cassi. I, do you feare it? Flourish, and Shout. Then must I thinke you would not have it so. Casar saide to me, Dar'st thou Cassius now Leape in with me into this angry Flood, And bad him follow: so indeed he did. Did from the Flames of Troy, upon his shoulder The old Anchyses beare) so, from the waves of Tyber Did I the tyred Casar: and this Man, Is now become a God, and Cassius is A wretched Creature, and must bend his body, He had a Feaver when he was in Spaine, And when the Fit was on him, I did marke How he did shake: 'Tis true, this God did shake, And that same Eye, whose bend doth awe the World, I, and that Tongue of his, that bad the Romans As a sicke Girle: Ye Gods, it doth amaze me, A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the Majesticke world, Bru. Another generall shout? Shout. Flourish. I do beleeve, that these applauses are For some new Honors, that are heap'd on Casar. Cassi. Why man, he doth bestride the narrow world |