Tell Athens, in the sequence of degree,
Doth choke the air with dust. In, and prepare:
From high to low throughout, that whoso Ours is the fall, I fear; our foes the snare.

To stop affliction, let him take his haste,
Come hither, ere my tree hath felt the axe, 216 SCENE III. - The Woods. TIMON'S Cave, and e
And hang himself. I pray you, do my greeting.

I have spoke the least; The scope of justice; till now myself and such Besides, his expedition promises Present approach.

As slept within the shadow of your power 4 Have wander'd with our travers'd arms, and breath'd

SCENE. During a great part of the Play, at Rome; afterwards, Sardis and near Philippi.

ACT I.

SCENE I.-Rome. A Street.

Enter FLAVIUS, MARULLUS, and certain
Commoners.

Flav. Thou art a cobbler, art thou?

Sec. Com. Truly, sir, all that 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

as ever trod upon neat's leather have gone upon my handiwork.

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Flav. But wherefore art not in thy shop to day?

Flav. Hence! home, you idle creatures, get in great danger, I recover them. As proper men you home:

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?
First Com. Why, 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?

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Why dost thou lead these men about the streets? Sec. Com. Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myself into more work. But, indeed, sir, we make holiday to see Cæsar and to rejoice in his triumph.

Mar. Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home?

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What tributaries follow him to Rome
To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels?
You blocks, you stones, you worse than sense-

less things!

O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, 4
Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft
Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements,
To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops
Your infants in your arms, and there have sal
The livelong day, with patient expectation, 45
To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome:
And when you saw his chariot but appear,
Have you not made a universal shout,

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And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
That you have no such mirrors as will turn 56
Your hidden worthiness into your eye,
That you might see your shadow. I have heard,
Where many of the best respect in Rome, —
Except immortal Cæsar, -speaking of Brutus,
And groaning underneath this age's yoke,
Have wish'd that noble Brutus 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?"

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Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to A wretched creature and must bend his body hear;

And, since you know you cannot see yourself

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Did I the tired Cæsar. And this man
Is now become a god, and Cassius is

So well as by reflection, I, your glass,

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Will modestly discover to yourself

That of yourself which you yet know not of.

And be not jealous on me, gentle Brutus:

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If Cæsar carelessly but nod on him.
He had a fever when he was 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 whose bend doth awe the
world

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Were I a common laugher, or did use
To stale 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 me dangerous.

[Flourish and shout.

76 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, 128
A man of such a feeble temper should
So get the start of the majestic world,
And bear the palm alone. [Flourish. Shout.
Bru.
Another general shout!
I do believe that these applauses are
For some new honours that are heaped on
Cæsar.

Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear
the people

Choose Cæsar for their king.
Cas.

Ay, do you fear it? 80
Then must I think you would not have it so.

Bru. I would hot, Cassius; yet I love him well.

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Cas. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world

84 Like a Colossus; and we petty men

Walk under his huge legs, and peep about 136
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Men 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 Cæsar: what should be in that
'Cæsar?'

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Why should that name be sounded more than yours?

I had as lief not be as live to be

Write them together, yours is as fair a name;
Sound them, it doth become the mouth as