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THE LIBRARY

OF

THE UNIVERSITY

OF CALIFORNIA

LOS ANGELES



THE



DRAMATIC WORKS



WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.



KROM THi; TKXT OK



.lUllN^OX, STEVENS, AND EEED,



GLOSSAKIAL NOTES. LIFE, ETC.

A ,\ K \\ i; IH T T C) N ,

liV

WILLIAM HAZLITT, ESQ,

IX FOUK VOLCMES.
VOLUME IV.

LONDON:

(iEURGE ROUTLEDGE AND CO., FARRINGDON STREET.

1853.



m

J Q3
CONTENTS or VOL. IV.



Julius Cesar Fage 1

Antony and Cleopatra 55

TiMON OF Athens 131

Cymbeline 183

King Lear 260

EoMEO AND Juliet 333

Hamlet, Prince of Denmark 398

Othello, the Moor of Venice 481



JULIUS CMBAU.



PERSONS EEPEESENTED.



JULIUS C.SAR.
OCTAVIUS CiESAR,
MARCUS ANTONIUS,
M. iEMIL. LEPIUUS,

Julius Casar.
CICERO, PUBLIUS,

LENA, Sff7iittors.
MARCUS BRUTUS,
CASSIUS,
CASCA,
TREBONIUS,
LIGARIUS,
DECIUS BRUTUS,
METELLUS CIMI3ER,
CINNA,
FLAVIUS and MARUI.I.US, Tn

bunes.



Triameirs
after the
death of



Conspi-
rators

against
Julius
Ctesar,



ARTEMIDORUS, a Sop/i;st nf C.'i.
dos.

A SOOTHSAYER.

CINNA, a Poj/, Another POET.

LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA,
Young CATC, and VOLUMMUS,
Friends to Brutus and Cassius.

VARRO, CLITUS, CLAUniUS.
STRATO, LUCIUS, DAR))A-
NIUS, Seri;ants to Brutus.

PINDARUS, Servant to Cussius.

CALPHURXIA, n'Ifi to Cusar.
PORTIA, Wife to Brutus.

Senators, Citizkn-s, Giabd-,
axtexdan'ts, &.c.



Scene, during a great part of tho play, at Home ; aftorwar Js
Sardis ; and near Philipi)!.



ACT I.

SCE2ii: I. Rome. A Street.

JEnter PlavIUS, Marullus, and a Ealhle o/ClTlZEXS.

Flav. Hence ; liomo, you idle creatures, get you lioaie ;
Is this a holiday ? What ! know you not,
Being mechanical, you ought not walk.
Upon a labouring day, without the sign
Of your profession ? Speak, what trade art thou ?

1 at. AVhy, Sir, a carpenter.

Mar. "Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule ?
"What dost thou with thy best apparel on ?
You, Sir ; what trade are you ?

2 at. Truly, Sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am 1)ut, r.s
you would say, a cobbler.

Mar. 13ut what trade art thou ? Answer me directly.

2 at. A trade, Sir, that^, I hope, I may use with a safe con-
science ; which is, indeed. Sir, a mender of bad soles.

l^Lar. W^hat trade, thou knave ; thou nauu'hty knave, ^\llat
trade ?

2 at. Nay, I beseech you, Sir, be not out with me : yet if you
be out, Sir, I can mend you,

VOL. IV. B



2 JULIUS CiESAE. [act T.

Mar. What meanest tliou by that ? Mend me, thou saucj"
fellow ?

2 at. Why, Sir, cobble you.

Flav. Thou art a cobbler, art thou ?

2 Git. Truly, Sir, all tliat I live by is, with the awl : I meddle
"with no tradesman's matters, nor women's matters, but with awl.
I am, indeed. Sir, a surgeon to old shoes ; when they are in great
danger, I recover them. As proper men as ever trod upon neat's
leather, have gone upon my handiwork.

Flav. But wherefore art not in tliy shop to-day ?
Why dost thou lead these men about the streets ?

2 at. Truly, Sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myself into
more work. But, indeed, Sir, Me make holiday to see C;esar, and
to rejoice in his triumph.

liar. Wherefore rejoice ? What conquest brings he homo ?
What tributaries follow him to Eome,
To grace in captive bouds his chariot wheels ?
Tou blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things !
O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Eome,
Knew you not Porapey ? Many a time and oft
Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements.
To towers and windows, yea, to chimncj'-tops.
Your infants in your arms, and there have sat
The live-long day, with patient expectation.
To see great Pompey pass the streets of Home :
And M'hen you saw his chariot but appear,
Have you not made a universal shout,
That Tyber trembled underneath licr banks,
To hear the replication of your sounds.
Made in her concave shores ?
And do you now put on your best attire ?
And do you now cull out a holiday ?
And do you now strew flowers in his way.
That comes in triumph over Pompej's blood ?
Be gone ;

Eun to your houses, fall upon your knees,
Pray to the gods to intermit the plague
That needs must light on this ingratitude.

Flav. Go go, good countrymen, and, for this fmlt.
Assemble all the poor men of your sort ;
Draw them to Tyber banks, and weep your tears
Into the channel, till the lowest stream

Bo kiss the most exalted shores of all. [Exeunt Citizens.

See, whe'r their basest metal be not moved ;
They vanish tongue-tied in their guihincss.
Go you down that way towards the Capitol ;
This way will I : Disrobe the images.
If you do find them dcck'd with ceremonies.*

Mar. May we do so ?
You know, it is the feast of LuiJcrcal.

Flav. It is no matter; let no imnses
Be hung ^yith Ctcsar's trophies. I'll aboutt,
* Oi'iiaments.



SCENE II.] JULIUS CiESAE. 3

And drive away the vulgar from the streets :

So do you too, where you perceive them thick.

These growing feathers phick'd from Csesar's wing,

"Will make him fly an ordinary pitch ;

Who else would soar above the view of men,

And keep us all in servile fearfulness, [Uxeunt.

SCENE II. The same. A Puolio Place.

Enter, in Procession tdth Music, CiESAR; ANTONY, for the
course; Calphuenia, Portia, Decius, Cicero, Brutus,
Cassius, and Casca, a great croicd follotving, among them a
Soothsayer.

Cces. Calphurnia,

Casca. Peace, ho ! Caesar speaks. [^Mvsic ceases.

C(2s. Calphurnia,
Cal. Here, my lord.

CcEs. Stand you directly in Antonius' way.
When he doth run his course.* Antonius.
Ant. Ccesar, my lord.
Cces. Porget not, in your speed, Antonius,
To touch Calphurnia : for our elders say,
The barren, touched in this holy chase.
Shake off their steril curse.
Ant. I shall remember :
When Cffisar says, Bo this, it is perform'd.

CcBs. Set on ; and leave no ceremony out. \_Music.

Sooth. Csesar.

Cces. Ha ! who calls ?

Casca. Eid every noise be still : Peace yet again.

[-Miimc ceases,
Cces. Who is it in the press,t that calls on me ?
I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music.
Cry, Csesar : Speak ; Caesar is turn'd to hear.
Sooth. Beware the ides of March.
Cces. What man is that !

Bru. A soothsayer, bids you beware the ides of March.
Cces. Set him before me, let me see his face.
Cas. Pellow, come from the throng : Look upon Csesar.
CcBs. "What say'st thou to me now ? Speak once again.
Sooth. Beware the ides of March.
Cces. He is a dreamer : let us leave him ; pass.

\_Sen7iet.X Exeunt all bid Brutus and CassIVS.
Cas. Will you go see the order of the course ?
JBru. Not I.
Cas. I pray you do.

Prii. I am not gamesome : I do lack some part
Of that quick spirit that is in Antony.
Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires ;
ru leave you.

Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late :

* A ceremony observed at the feast of Lupercalin.

t Crowd. t Flourish of instruments.

B 2



4 JTJLirS CJiSAI?. [ACT I.

I liavo not from your eyes that gentleness.
And show of love, as I was wont to have :
You bear too stubborn and too strange* a hand
Over your friend that loves you,

Bru. Cassius,
Ee not deceived : if I have veii'd my look,
I turn the trouble of my countenance
Merely upon myself. Vexed I am,
Of late, with passions of some ditt'orenco.
Conceptions only proper to myself,
Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviours :
Eut let not therefore my ^ood friends be grieved
(Among which number, Cassius, be you one) ;
Nor construe any further my neglect.
Than that poor 13rutus, with himself at war,
Porgets the shows of love to other men.

Cas. Then, Erutus, I have much mistook your passion,!
Ey means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried
Thoughts of great value, wortliy cogitations.
Tell mo, good Erutus, can you see your face ?

Bru. iVo, Cassius: for the eye sees not itself,
But by reflection, by .some other things.

Cas. 'Tisjust:
And it is very much lamented, Erutus,
That you have n(> such mii'rors, as will turn
Your hidden ^^orthiness into your eye.
That you might see your shadow. I have heard.
Where many of the best respect in Kome
(Except immortal Caesar), speaking of Erutus,
And groaning underneath this age's yoke,
Have wish'd that noble Erutus had his eyes.

Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,
That you would have me seek into myself
For that which is not in me ?

Cas. Therefore, good Erutus, be prepared to heiir :
And, since you know you cannot see yourself
So well as by reilection, I, your glass,
Will modestly discover to yourself
'J'hat of yourself which you yet know not of
And be not jealous of me, gentle Erutus :
Were I a common laugher, or did use
To stale J with ordinary oaths my love
To every new protester ; if you know
That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard,
And after scandal them ; or if you know
That I profess myself in banqueting
To all the rout, then hold mo dangerous. [Flouris-h and sJiurf.

Bru. \\'liat means this shouting? J. do fear, tlic people
Choose C:]e3ar for their king.

Cas. Ay, do you fear it ?
Then must I tliink you would not have it m.

Bru. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well :
* Alien. I Feelings. j Make ';ta!e, cheap.



SCENE II.] JULTUS CJJSAR.

But wherefore do you hold me here so long ?

What is it that you would impart to me r

If it bo aught to^^ard the general good,

Set honour in one eye, and death i' the other,

And I will look on both indiflerently :

Por, let the gods so speed me, as I love

The name of honour more than I fear death.

Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,
As well as I do know your outward favour.
Well, honour is the subject of my story.
I cannot tell, what you and other men
Think of this life ; but, for my single self,
I had as lief not be, as live to bo
In aMe of such a thing as I myself.
I was born free as Ccesar ; so were you :
We both have fed as well ; and we can both
Endure the winter's cold, as well as he.
For once, upon a raw and gusty day.
The troubled Tyber chafing with her shores,
Coesar said to me, Darst thou, Cassius, now
Leap in R'ltli me into this amrrif flood,
And switn to yonder point? Upon the word.
Accoutred as I was, I plunged ui.
And bade him follow : so, indeed, he did.
The torre)it roar'd ; and we did buffet it
With lusty sinews ; throwing it aside
And stemming it with hearts of controversy.
But ere we could arrive the point proposed,
Ca;sar cried. Help me, Cassius, o;- 1 sink.
I, as ^Iilneas, our great ancestor.
Bid from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder
The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of Tyber
Did I the tired Crcsar : And this man
Is now become a god ; and Cassius is
A wretched creature, and must bend his body.
If Cajsar carelessly but nod on him.
He had a fever wlien he \\'as in Spain,
And, when the fit was on him, I did mark
How he did shake : 'tis true, this god did shake :
His coward lips did from their colour fly ;
And that same eye, whoso bend doth awe the world.
Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan :
Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Eoranns
Mark him, and write his speeches in their books,
Alas! it cried. Give me some drink, Titinius,
As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me,
A man of such a feeble temper* should
So get the start of the mnjestic world,
And bear the palm alone. [Shaj't. F/o::r,

Bru. Another general shout !
I do believe, that these applauses are
For some new honours that are lieap'd on Ctcsar.
* Temperament.



6 JULIUS CJESAE. [act I.

Cas. "Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world,
Like a Colossus ; and we petty men
AYalk under his huge legs, and peep about
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Jlen at some time are masters of their fates :
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Brutus, and Ca;sar : What should be in that Ciiesar ?
Why should that name be sounded more than yours ?
Write them together, yours is as fair a name ;
Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ;
Weigh them, it is as heavy ; conjure them,
Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cffisar. iSIwnf.

Now in the names of all the gods at once,
Upon what meat doth this our Caisar feed.
That he is grown so great ? Age, thou art shamed :
Home, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods !
When went there by an age, since the great flood,
But it Avas famed with moi-e than witli one man ?
When could they say, till now, that talk'd of Rome,
That her wide walks encompass'd but one man ?
Now is it Home indeed, and room enovigh.
When there is in it but one only man.

! you and I have heard our fathers say,

There ^^as a Brutus once, that would have brook'd
The eternal devil to keep his state in Eome,
As easily as a king.

rn. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous ;
What you would work me to, I have some aim ;*
How I have thought of this, and of these times,

1 shall recount hereafter ; for this present,

I would not, so with love I might entreat you.
Be any further moved. What you have said,
I will consider ; what you have to say,
I will with patience hear : and find a time
Both meet to hear, and answer, such high things.
Till then, my noble friend, chewf upon this;
Brutus had rather be a villager,
Than to repute himself a son of Rome
Under these hard conditions as this time
Is like to lay upon us.

Cas. I am glad, that my weak words
Have struck but this much show of fire from Brutus.

lie-enier CiESAE, and Ids Train.
Brii. The games are done, and Cscsar is returning.
Cas. As they iiass bj', pluck Casca by the sleeve ;
And ho will, after his sour I'ashion, tell you
\Vhat hath i)r()ceeded, worthy note, to-day.

Bru. I will do so : But, look you, Cassius,
The angry spot doth glow on CJ;x!sar's brow,
And all the ra<t look like a chidden train :

* Guess. t Ruminate.



SCEI^^E II.] jrLItJS C^SAE. 7

Calpliumia's cheek is pale ; and Cicero
Looks Avith such ferret and such fiery eyes,
As we have seen him in the Capitol,
Being cross'd in conference by some senators.

Cas. Casca will tell us what the matter is.

Cas. Antonius.

Ant. Caisar.

Cas. Let me have men about me that are fat ;
Sleek -headed men, and such as sleep o' nights :
Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look ;
He thinks too much : such men are dangerous.

Aid. Fear him not, Csesar, he's not dangerous.
He is a noble Roman, and well given.

CcEs. 'Would he were fatter : But I fear him not :
Yet if my name were liable to fear,
I do not know the man I should avoid
So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ;
He is a great observer, and he looks
Quite through the deeds of men : he loves no plays,
As thou dost, Antony ; he hears no music :
Seldom he smiles ; and smiles in such a sort^
As if he mock'd himself, and scom'd his spirit
That could be moved to smile at any thing.
Such men as he be never at heart's ease,
Whiles they behold a greater than themselves ;
And therefore are they very dangerous.
I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd.
Than what I fear, for always I am Cjesar.
Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf.
And tell me truly what thou think'st of him.

[JSxeunt Cesae and his Train. Casca sidi/s heJiiiuI.

Casca. Tou puU'd me by the cloak ; Would you speak with me?

.Bri'. Ay, Casca ; tell us what hath chanced to-day,
That Cccsar looks so sad.

Casca. Why you i^'cre with him, were you. not ?

Hrn. I should not then ask Casca what hath chanced.

Casca. AVhy, there was a crown ofTer'd him : and being offer'd
him, he put it by with the back of his hand, thus ; and then the
people fell a-shouting.

J^n(. What was the second noise for ?

Casca. Why, for that too.

Cas. They shouted thrice ; What was the last cry for ?

Casca. Why, for that too.

n!. Was the crown offer'd him thrice ?

Casca. Ay, marrj-, was't, and he put it by thrice, every tirae
gentler tliaii other ; and at every putting by, mine honest neigh-
bours shouted.

Cas. Who offered him tlie crown ?

Casca. Why, Antony.

Uru. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca.

Casca. I can as well be hanged, a.s tell the manner of it : it v>;as
mere foolery. I did not mark it. I saw ]\Iark Antony oUer him
a crown ; yet 'twas not a croAvn neither, 'twas one of these coro-



8 JULIUS c.t;sab. [act i.

nets; 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 oifered it to
him again ; then he put it by again : but, to my thinking, he was
very loath to lay his fingers off' it. And then he offered it t!ie
third time ; he put it the third time by: and still as he refused it,
the rabblement hooted, and clapped their chopped hands, and
threw up their sweaty niglit-cap.s, and uttered such a deal of
stinking breath because Csesar refused the crown, that it had
almost choked Cfpsar : for he swooned, and fell down at it : And
for mine own part I durst not laugh, for fear of opening my lip.s,
and receiving the bad air.

Cos. But, soft, I pray you : What ? did Cssar swoon r

Casca. He fell down in the market-place, and foamed at the
mouth, and was speechless.

Bru. 'Tis very like : he hath the falling-sickness.

Cas. No, Cscsar hath it not ; but, you and I,
And honest Casca, we have the falling-sickness.

Casca. I know not ^^ hat you mean by that ; but, I am siu'e,
Cresar fell down. If the tag-rag people did not claj) him, and
hiss him, according as he pleased and displeased them, as they
use to do the players in the theatre, I am no true* man.

Bru. "What said he, when he came unto himself?

Casca. Marry, before he fell down, when he ])erceived the com-
mon herd was glad he refused the crown, he plucked me ope his
dou])let, and offered them his throat to cut. An I had been a
man of any occupation,! if I would not have taken bim at ri
word, I would I might go to hell among the rogues : and so lie
fell. "When he came to himself again, he.said, If he had done,
or said, any thing amiss, he desired their worships to think i^j
was his infirmity. Three or four wenches, where I stood, cried
Alas, yoodsonl! and forgave him with all their hearts: Ihit
there's no heed to bo taken of them ; if Cai-sar had stabbed their
mothers, they would have done no less.

Bru. And after that, he came, thus sad, av.ay ?

Casca. Ay.

Cas. Did Cicero .'jay anything?

Casca. Ay. he spoke Greek.

Cas. To wliat eifect ?

Casca. Nay, an I tell you that, I'll ne'er look you i' the faoo
again: But those, that understood him, smiled at one nnothor,
and shook their heads ; but for mine own part, it was fireek to
me. I could tell you more news too : Marullus and 1' lavius. for
pulling scarfs off Cfe>ar"s images, are put to silence. I'urc you
well. There was more foolery yet, if I could remember it.

Cas. AVill you sup w ith me to-night, Casca ?

Casca. Xo, I am promi.^ed forth.

Cas. "^Vill you dine with me to-morrow ?

Casca. Ay, if I be alive, and your mind hold, and your dinner
worth eating.

Cas. Good : I will expect you.

Casca. Do so: rarewell, both. [i'.r// Casca,

Bru. What a blunt fellow is this grown to he ?
* Honest. t Mcchr.iiic.



SCENE III.] JXTLIUS CMSXJl. 9-

He vras quick mettle, \^lien lie v.-ent to school.

Cos. So is ho now, in execution
Of any bold or noble enterprise.
However he puts on this tardy form.
This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit.
Which gives men stomach to digest his words
"With better appetite.

Bru. And so it is. For this time I will leave you :
To-morrow if you please to speak with me,
I will come home to you ; or, if you will,
Come home with me, and I will wait for you.

Cas. I will do so : till then, think of the v, orld

[Exii Erl'TUS.
"Well, Brutus, thou art noble ; yet, I see,
Thy honourable metal may be wrought
From that it is disposed:* Therefore 'tis meet
That noble minds keep ever with their likes :
I"or who so firm, that cannot be seduced ?
Csesar doth bear me hard :t but he loves Brutus :
If I were Brutus now, and he were Cassius,
He should not humour t me. I A\ill this night,
In several hands, in at the vtindows throw.
As if they came from several citizens.
Writings all tending to the great opinion
That Rome holds of his name ; wherein obscurely
Caesar's ambition shall be glanced at :
And, after this, let Ctcsar seat him sure;
For M'e A\ill shake him, or worse days endure. lExif.

SCENE in The same. A Street.

Thundei' and JJgldnhi'j. Enter, from opposite sides, C.\.$C\
with his sword drawn, and CiCEEO.

Cic. Good even, Casca ; Brought you Ccesar home ?
"Why are you breathless ? and why stare you so ?

Casca. Are you not moved, when all the sway of earth
Shakes, like a thing unfirm ? O Cicero,
I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds
Have rived the knotty oaks ; and I have seen
The ambitious ocean swell, and rage, and fuam,
To be exalted with the threat'ning clouds :
But never till to-night, never till now.
Did I go through a tempest dropping fire.
Either there is a civil strife in heaven ;
Or else the world, too saucy with the gods,
Incenses them to send destru'^tiou.

Cic, Why, saw you anything more wonderful?

Casca. A common slave (you know him well by siglit).
Held up his left hand, which did flame, and burn
Like twenty torches join'd ; and yet his lumri.
Not .sensible of fire, remain'd unscorch'd.
Besides (I have not since put up my sv.-ord),

* Diverted from its original conHtitutio!!.

t Has an unfavourable oi-'iniou of !i;c. i Cajole. o Accomj>an;t I



10 JULIUS CJESAE. [act I.

Against tlie Capitol I met a lion,
"VA ho glared upon me, and Vvcnt surly by,
"Without annoying me: And there were drawn
Upon a heap a hundred ghastly women,
Transformed with their fear ; who swore they saw
Men, all in fa-e, walk up and down the streets.
And, yesterday, the bird of night did sit,
Even at noon-day, upon the market-place,
Hooting, and shrieking. When these prodigies
Do so conjointly meet, let not men say.
These are their reasons, They are natural ;
For, I believe, they are portentous things
Upon the climate that tliey point upon.

Cic. Indeed, it is a strange-disposed time :
But men may construe things after their fashion,
Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.
Comes Caesar to the Capitol to-morrow ?

Casca. He doth ; for he did bid Antonius
Send word to you, he would be there to-morrow.

Cic. Good night, then, Casca : this disturbed sky
Is not to walk in.

Casca. Farewell, Cicero. \^Exit Ciceeo.

ISider Cassius.

Cas. Who's there ?

Casca. A Eoman.

Cas. Casca, by your voice.

Casca. Your ear is good. Cassius, v/hat night is th's ?

Cas. A very pleasing night to honest men.

Casca. AMio ever knew the heavens menace so ?

Cas. Those, that have known the earth so full of faults.
For my part, I have walk'd about the streets,
Submitting me unto the perilous night ;
And thus embraced, Casca, as you see.
Have bared my bosom to the thunder-stone :
And, when tlie cross blue lightning seem'd to open
The breast of lieaven, I did present myself
Even in the aim and very flash of it.

Casca. But wherefore did you so much tempt the heavens ?
It is the part of men to fear and tremble,
When the most miglity gods, by tokens, send
Such dreadful heralds to astonish us.

Cas. You are dull, Casca ; and those sparks of life
That should be in a Roman, you do Avant,
Or else you use not : You look pale, and gaze.
And put on fear, and cast yourself in wonder.
To see the strange impatience of the heavens :
But if you would consider the true cause,
"AVhy all these fa-es, m hy all these gliding ghosts,
"Why birds, and beasts,* from quality and kind;
"Why old men fools, and chiklren calculate :
"Why all these things change, from their ordinance,
* ^Deviate.;



SCENE III.] JULIUS C^SAB. 11

Their natures and pre-formed faculties,
To monstrous quality ; why, you shall find.
That heaven hath infused them with these spirits.
To make them instruments of fear and warning,
Unto some monstrous state. Now could I, C;x.sca,
Name to thee a man most like this dreadful night ;
That thunders, hghtens, opens graves, and roars
As doth the lion in the Capitol -
A man no mightier than thyself, or me.
In personal action ; yet prodigious * grown.
And fearful, as these strange eruptions are.

Casca. 'Tis Caesar that you mean : Is it not, Ca.'^iius ?

Cas. Let it be who it is : for Romans now
Have thews and limbs like to their ancestors ;
Eut, woe the while ! our fathers' minds are dead.
And we are govern'd with our mothers' sj^irits ;
Our yoke and sufferance show us womanish.

Casca. Indeed, they say, the senators to-morroAV
Mean to establish Csesar as a king :
And he shall wear his cro\m by sea, and land.
In every place, save here in Italy.

Cas. I know where I will wear this dagger then ;
Gassius from bondage will deliver Cassius ;
Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong :
Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat :



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