Julius Caesar (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Tragedie of Julius Cæsar
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¶Weighing the youthfull Season of the yeare.
740Some two moneths hence, vp higher toward the North
¶Stands as the Capitoll, directly heere.
¶Bru. Giue me your hands all ouer, one by one.
745Brut. No, not an Oath: if not the Face of men,
¶If these be Motiues weake, breake off betimes,
¶And euery man hence, to his idle bed:
¶So let high-sighted-Tyranny range on,
750Till each man drop by Lottery. But if these
¶(As I am sure they do) beare fire enough
¶To kindle Cowards, and to steele with valour
¶The melting Spirits of women. Then Countrymen,
¶And will not palter? And what other Oath,
¶That this shall be, or we will fall for it.
760Sweare Priests and Cowards, and men Cautelous
¶Such Creatures as men doubt; but do not staine
¶The euen vertue of our Enterprize,
¶To thinke, that or our Cause, or our Performance
¶Did neede an Oath. When euery drop of blood
¶That euery Roman beares, and Nobly beares
¶Cask. Let vs not leaue him out.
775Cyn. No, by no meanes.
¶Metel. O let vs haue him, for his Siluer haires
¶Will purchase vs a good opinion:
¶And buy mens voyces, to commend our deeds:
¶But all be buried in his Grauity.
¶Bru. O name him not; let vs not breake with him,
¶For he will neuer follow any thing
¶That other men begin.
785Cas. Then leaue him out.
¶Cask. Indeed, he is not fit.
¶Cas. Decius well vrg'd: I thinke it is not meet,
¶A shrew'd Contriuer. And you know, his meanes
¶As to annoy vs all: which to preuent,
¶Let Antony and Cæsar fall together.
¶To cut the Head off, and then hacke the Limbes:
¶Like Wrath in death, and Enuy afterwards:
¶For Antony, is but a Limbe of Cæsar.
¶Let's be Sacrificers, but not Butchers Caius:
¶And in the Spirit of men, there is no blood:
¶O that we then could come by Cæsars Spirit,
805Let's kill him Boldly, but not Wrathfully:
¶Let's carue him, as a Dish fit for the Gods,
¶Stirre vp their Seruants to an acte of Rage,
¶Which so appearing to the common eyes,
¶We shall be call'd Purgers, not Murderers.
¶And for Marke Antony, thinke not of him:
815For he can do no more then Cæsars Arme,
¶When Cæsars head is off.
¶Cas. Yet I feare him,
¶For in the ingrafted loue he beares to Cæsar.
820If he loue Cæsar, all that he can do
¶And that were much he should: for he is giuen
¶Treb. There is no feare in him; let him not dye,
825For he will liue, and laugh at this heereafter.
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Clocke strikes.
¶Bru. Peace, count the Clocke.
¶Treb. 'Tis time to part.
830Cass But it is doubtfull yet,
¶Whether Cæsar will come forth to day, or no:
¶For he is Superstitious growne of late,
¶Quite from the maine Opinion he held once,
¶Of Fantasie, of Dreames, and Ceremonies:
835It may be, these apparant Prodigies,
¶The vnaccustom'd Terror of this night,
¶May hold him from the Capitoll to day.
840I can ore-sway him: For he loues to heare,
¶That Vnicornes may be betray'd with Trees,
¶Lyons with Toyles, and men with Flatterers.
¶But, when I tell him, he hates Flatterers,
¶Let me worke:
¶For I can giue his humour the true bent;
¶And I will bring him to the Capitoll.
¶Cas. Nay, we will all of vs, be there to fetch him.
¶Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey;
¶I wonder none of you haue thought of him.
855Bru. Now good Metellus go along by him:
¶He loues me well, and I haue giuen him Reasons,
¶Send him but hither, and Ile fashion him.
¶Cas. The morning comes vpon's:
¶Wee'l leaue you Brutus,
¶Let not our lookes put on our purposes,
¶But beare it as our Roman Actors do,
865With vntyr'd Spirits, and formall Constancie,
¶And so good morrow to you euery one.
Exeunt.
¶
Manet Brutus.
¶Enioy the hony-heauy-Dew of Slumber:
Which
