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Julius Caesar (Folio 1, 1623)
The Tragedie of Julius Caesar 115
739Weighing the youthfull Season of the yeare.
740Some two moneths hence, vp higher toward the North
742Stands as the Capitoll, directly heere.
743Bru. Giue me your hands all ouer, one by one.
745Brut. No, not an Oath: if not the Face of men,
748And euery man hence, to his idle bed:
749So let high-sighted-Tyranny range on,
750Till each man drop by Lottery. But if these
752To kindle Cowards, and to steele with valour
753The melting Spirits of women. Then Countrymen,
755To pricke vs to redresse? What other Bond,
757And will not palter? And what other Oath,
759That this shall be, or we will fall for it.
760Sweare Priests and Cowards, and men Cautelous
763Such Creatures as men doubt; but do not staine
764The euen vertue of our Enterprize,
766To thinke, that or our Cause, or our Performance
767Did neede an Oath. When euery drop of blood
768That euery Roman beares, and Nobly beares
774Cask. Let vs not leaue him out.
775Cyn. No, by no meanes.
776Metel. O let vs haue him, for his Siluer haires
777Will purchase vs a good opinion:
778And buy mens voyces, to commend our deeds:
781But all be buried in his Grauity.
782Bru. O name him not; let vs not breake with him,
783For he will neuer follow any thing
784That other men begin.
785Cas. Then leaue him out.
788Cas. Decius well vrg'd: I thinke it is not meet,
791A shrew'd Contriuer. And you know, his meanes
793As to annoy vs all: which to preuent,
796To cut the Head off, and then hacke the Limbes:
797Like Wrath in death, and Enuy afterwards:
799Let's be Sacrificers, but not Butchers Caius:
801And in the Spirit of men, there is no blood:
805Let's kill him Boldly, but not Wrathfully:
809Stirre vp their Seruants to an acte of Rage,
812Which so appearing to the common eyes,
813We shall be call'd Purgers, not Murderers.
814And for Marke Antony, thinke not of him:
817Cas. Yet I feare him,
822And that were much he should: for he is giuen
824Treb. There is no feare in him; let him not dye,
825For he will liue, and laugh at this heereafter.
826Clocke strikes.
827Bru. Peace, count the Clocke.
829Treb. 'Tis time to part.
830Cass But it is doubtfull yet,
832For he is Superstitious growne of late,
833Quite from the maine Opinion he held once,
834Of Fantasie, of Dreames, and Ceremonies:
835It may be, these apparant Prodigies,
836The vnaccustom'd Terror of this night,
838May hold him from the Capitoll to day.
840I can ore-sway him: For he loues to heare,
841That Vnicornes may be betray'd with Trees,
842And Beares with Glasses, Elephants with Holes,
843Lyons with Toyles, and men with Flatterers.
844But, when I tell him, he hates Flatterers,
846Let me worke:
847For I can giue his humour the true bent;
848And I will bring him to the Capitoll.
849Cas. Nay, we will all of vs, be there to fetch him.
853Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey;
854I wonder none of you haue thought of him.
855Bru. Now good Metellus go along by him:
856He loues me well, and I haue giuen him Reasons,
857Send him but hither, and Ile fashion him.
858Cas. The morning comes vpon's:
859Wee'l leaue you Brutus,
863Let not our lookes put on our purposes,
864But beare it as our Roman Actors do,
865With vntyr'd Spirits, and formall Constancie,
867Manet Brutus.
869Enioy the hony-heauy-Dew of Slumber:
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