SCENE II. The same. A publick Place. Enter, in Procession, with Musick, CÆSAR; AnTONY, for the course; CALPHURNIA, PORTIA, DECIUS, CICERO, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and CASCA, a great Croud following; among them a Sooth sayer. Caes. Calphurnia,— Casca. Peace, ho! Cæsar speaks. Cæs. Cal. Here, my lord. [Musick ceases. Calphurnia, Cæs. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, Caes. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, Ant. Sooth. Cæsar. Caes. Ha! Who calls? [Musick. Casca. Bid every noise be still:-Peace yet again. [Musick ceases. This person was not Decius, but Decimus Brutus. The poet (as Voltaire has done since) confounds the characters of Marcus and Decimus. Decimus Brutus was the most cherished by Cæsar of all his friends, while Marcus kept aloof, and declined so large a share of his favours and honours, as the other had constantly accepted. Caes. Who is it in the press, that calls on me? Cæs. What man is that! Bru. A soothsayer, bids you beware the ides of Cas. Set him before me, let me see his face. Cæs. What say'st thou to me now? Speak once again. Sooth. Beware the ides of March. Cæs. He is a dreamer; let us leave him ;-pass. Cas. I pray you, do. Bru. I am not gamesome: I do lack some part Of that quick spirit that is in Antony. Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires; Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late: Bru. Cassius, Be not deceiv'd: If I have veil'd my look, I turn the trouble of my countenance Merely upon myself. Vexed I am, ✦ Sennet.] I have been informed that sennet is derived from senneste, an antiquated French tune formerly used in the army; but the Dictionaries which I have consulted exhibit no such word. It may be a corruption from sonata, Ital. STEEVENS. 5 strange a hand-] Strange, is alien, unfamiliar, such as might become a stranger, Of late, with passions of some difference," Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviours: Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your By means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried And it is very much lamented, Brutus, That you might see your shadow. I have heard, Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me? Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar❜d to hear: And, since know you you cannot see yourself So well as by reflection, I, your glass, Will modestly discover to yourself That of yourself which you yet know not of. · passions of some difference,] With a fluctuation of discordant opinions and desires. your passion;] i. e. the nature of the feelings from you are now suffering. 8 And be not jealous of me, gentle Brutus: [Flourish, and Shout. Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, the people Choose Cæsar for their king. Cas. Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, 8 To stale with ordinary oaths my love, &c.] To invite every new protester to my affection by the stale or allurement of customary oaths, Cæsar said to me, Dar'st thou, Cassius, now And bade him follow: so, indeed, he did. Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder Is now become a god; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body, He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world, Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans Bru. Another general shout! [Shout. Flourish. I do believe, that these applauses are For some new honours that are heap'd on Cæsar. Cas. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, feeble temper-] i. e. temperament, constitution. |