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Whose end is purpos’d by the mighty gods?
Cal. When beggars die, there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of
princes. Cies. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. . Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
Re-enter à Servant.
. What say the augurers? Serv. They would not have you to stir forth to-day. Plucking the entrails of an offering forth, They could not find a heart within the beast.
Cies. The gods do this in shame of cowardice:9
Alas, my lord,
O in shame of cowardice:] The ancients did not place courage but wisdom in the heart. JOIINSON.
Cæs. Mark Antony shall say, I am not well; And, for thy humour, I will stay at home.
Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so.
Cæs. And you are come in very happy time,
Cal. Say, he is sick.
Shall Cæsar send a lie?
Dec. Most mighty Cæsar, let me know some cause, Lest I be laugh'd at, when I tell them so.
Cues. The cause is in my will, I will not come;
e vwny statua,
Dec. This dream is all amiss interpreted;
Signifies that from you great Rome shall suck
Cies. And this way have you well expounded it.
Dec. I have, when you have heard what I can say: And know it now; the senate have concluded To give, this day, a crown to mighty Cæsar. . If you shall send them word, you will not come, Their minds may change. Besides, it were a mock Apt to be render’d, for some one to say, Break up the senate till another time, When Cæsar's wife shall meet with better dreams. If Cæsar hide himself, shall they not whisper, Lo, Cæsar is afraid? Pardon me, Cæsar; for my dear, dear love To your proceeding bids me tell you this; And reason to my love is liable. Ces. How foolish do your fears seem now, Cal
phurnia? I am ashamed I did yield to them.Give me my robe, for I will go:
• For tinctures, stains, relicks, and cognizance.] This speech, which is intentionally pompous, is somewhat confused. There are two allusions; one to, coats armorial, to which princes make additions, or give new tinctures, and new marks of cognizance; the other to martyrs, whose relicks are preserved with veneration. But Messrs. Malone and Steevens think that tinctures has no relation to heraldry, but means merely handkerchiefs, or other linen, tinged with blood. At the execution of several of our ancient nobility, martyrs, &c. we are told that handkerchiefs were tinctured with their blood, and preserved as affectionate or salutary memorials of the deceased.
? And reason, &c.] And reason, or propriety of conduct and Janguage, is subordinate to my love.
Enter Publius, Brutus, LIGARIUS, METELLUS,
CASCA, TREBONIUS, and CINNA,
Pub. Good morrow, Cæsar.
. Welcome, Publius.
Cæsar, 'tis strucken eight. . Cæs. I thank you for your pains and courtesy.
So to most noble Cæsar.
CÁside. · That your best friends will wish I had been further. Cæs. Good friends, go in, and taste some wine
with me; And we, like friends, will straightway go together.
Bru. That every like is not the same, o Cæsar, The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon!
Art. Cæsar, beware of Brutus; take heed of Cassius; come not near Casca; have an eye on Cinna; trust not Trebonius; mark well Metellus Cimber; Decius Brutus loves thee not; thou hast wronged Caius Ligarius. There is but one mind in all these men, and it is bent against Cæsar. If thou be'st not immortal, look about you: Security gives way to Conspiracy. The mighty gods defend thee! Thy lover,
Artemidorus. Here will I stand, till Cæsar pass along, And as a suitor will I give him this. : My heart laments, that virtue cannot live Out of the teeth of emulation.3 If thou read this, O Cæsar, thou may’st live; If not, the fates with traitors do contrive. [
Another Part of the same Street, before
the House of Brutus.
Enter Portia and LUCIUS.
s e mulation.] Here, as on many other occasions, this word is used in an unfavourable sense, somewhat like--factious, envious, or malicious rivalry.
4 the fates with traitors do contrive.] The fates join with traitors in contriving thy destruction.