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going? Where do I dwell? Am I a married man or a bachelor? Then, to answer every man directly and briefly, wisely and truly ;-wisely, I say, I am a bachelor.

2 CIT. That's as much as to say, they are fools that marry:-you'll bear me a bang for that, I fear. Proceed;-directly.

CIN. Directly, I am going to Cæsar's funeral.
1 CIT. As a friend or an enemy?
CIN. As a friend.

2 CIT. That matter is answered directly.
4 CIT. For your dwelling,-briefly.
CIN. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.
3 CIT. Your name, sir,-truly.

a and turn him going.] So in "As You Like It," Act III. Sc. 1,

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4 CIT. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses!

CIN. I am not Cinna the conspirator.

2 CIT. It is no matter, his name's Cinna; pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn him going.a

3 CIT. Tear him, tear him! Come, brands, ho! firebrands! To Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all! Some to Decius' house, and some to Casca's; some to Ligarius'! away! go! [Exeunt.

"Do this expediently, and turn him going."

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Ост. Prick him down, Antony. LEP. Upon condition Publius shall not live, Who is your sister's son," Mark Antony. ANT. He shall not live: look, with a spot I b damn him.

But, Lepidus, go you to Cæsar's house;
Fetch the will hither, and we shall determine
How to cut off some charge in legacies.
LEP. What, shall I find you here?
ОCT. Or here, or at the Capitol.

[Exit LEPIDUS. ANT. This is a slight unmeritable man, Meet to be sent on errands: is it fit,

a Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony.] This is, historically, an error. The individual meant, Lucius Cæsar, was the brother of Mark Antony's mother. Upton, therefore, concludes that Shakespeare wrote,

The three-fold world divided, he should stand
One of the three to share it?

Ост.
So you thought him;
And took his voice who should be prick'd to die,
In our black sentence and proscription.

ANT. Octavius, I have seen more days than you: And though we lay these honours on this man, To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads, He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold, To groan and sweat under the business, Either led or driven, as we point the way; And having brought our treasure where we will, Then take we down his load, and turn him off, Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears, And graze in commons.

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Nor with such free and friendly conference,

As he hath us'd of old.

BRU.
Thou hast describ'd
A hot friend cooling: ever note, Lucilius,
When love begins to sicken and decay,
It useth an enforced ceremony.

There are no tricks in plain and simple faith:
But hollow men, like horses hot at hand,
Make gallant show and promise of their mettle;
But when they should endure the bloody spur,
They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades,
Sink in the trial. Comes his army on?

LUCIL. They mean this night in Sardis to be quarter'd,

The greater part: the horse in general,
Are come with Cassius.

BRU.

[March without. Hark! he is arriv'd :—

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cbe content;] Be continent; be self-restrained. d griefs-] Grievances. So in Act I. Sc. 3,

"Be factious for redress of all these griefs."

e Lucilius, do you the like; &c.] Mr. Craik reads, with a manifest improvement of the old text,

"Lucius, do you the like, and let no man

Come to our tent, till we have done our conference.
Lucilius and Titinius, guard the door."

By this change, the prosody of the first line is restored, and we have no longer the anomaly of an officer of rank and a servingboy associated together to watch the door.

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And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.
CAS. Chastisement !

BRU. Remember March, the ides of March remember!

Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake?
What villain touch'd his body, that did stab,
And not for justice? What, shall one of us,
That struck the foremost man of all this world
But for supporting robbers, shall we now
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes,
And sell the mighty space of our large honours
For so much trash as may be grasped thus ?—
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman.

CAS.
Brutus, bay not me,-
I'll not endure it: you forget yourself,
To hedge me in; I am a soldier, I,
Older in practice, abler than yourself
To make conditions.

BRU.
CAS. I am.

Go to; you are not, Cassius.

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BRU. Hear me, for I will speak! Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted when a madman stares? CAS. O, ye gods! ye gods! must I endure all this?

BRU. All this! ay, more: fret till your proud heart break;

Go show your slaves how choleric you are,
And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge?
Must I observe you? must I stand and crouch
Under your testy humour? By the gods,
You shall digest the venom of your spleen,
Though it do split you! for, from this day forth,
I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter,
When you are waspish.

CAS.

Is it come to this? BRU. You say you are a better soldier: Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well: for mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble' men.

CAS. You wrong me; every way you wrong me, Brutus ;

I said an elder soldier, not a better:
Did I say, better?

I

BRU.

If

f you did, I care not. CAS. When Cæsar liv'd he durst not thus have

mov'd me.

BRU. Peace, peace! you durst not so have tempted him.

CAS. I durst not?

BRU. No.

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There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats;
For I am arm'd so strong in honesty,
That they pass by me as the idle wind,
Which I respect not. I did send to you
For certain sums of gold, which you denied me;-
For I can raise no money by vile means:
By heaven, I had rather coin my heart,
And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring
From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash
By any indirection !—I did send

To you for gold to pay my legions,
Which you denied me: was that done like Cassius?
Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so?
When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,
To lock such rascal counters from his friends,

Collier's annotator, and looking to what Cassius had previously said,"I am a soldier, I, Older in practice, abler than yourself," &c.

it is a very plausible emendation.

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Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts, Dash him to pieces!

CAS.

I denied you not.

BRU. You did.
CAS.
I did not: he was but a fool
That brought my answer back.-Brutus hath riv'd
my heart:

A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
BRU. I do not, till you practise them on me.
CAS. You love me not.

BRU.
I do not like your faults.
CAS. A friendly eye could never see such faults.
BRU. A flatterer's would not, though they do
appear

As huge as high Olympus.

CAS. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come, Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius, For Cassius is a-weary of the world! Hated by one he loves; brav'd by his brother; Check'd like a bondman; all his faults observ'd,

-you are yoked with a lamb,-] "Lamb" can hardly have been the poet's word, and Pope, who saw its unfitness, printed man; but it requires a happier conjecture than this to justify an alteration of the text.

b When grief and blood, ill-temper'd, &c.] By ill-tempered is meant badly qualified. "The four humours' in a man, accord

Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote,
To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep
My spirit from mine eyes!-There is my dagger,
And here my naked breast; within, a heart
Dearer than Plutus'* mine, richer than gold:
If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth;
I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart:
Strike, as thou didst at Cæsar; for, I know,
When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov'dst him
better
Than ever thou lov'dst Cassius.
BRU.
Sheathe your dagger:
Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;
Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour.
O, Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb,"-
That carries anger as the flint bears fire;
Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark,
And straight is cold again.

CAS.

Iath Cassius liv'd To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, When grief and blood, ill-temper'd, vexeth him?

(*) Old text, Pluto's.

ing to the old physicians, were blood, choler, phlegm, and melancholy. So long as these were duly mixed, all would be well." -TRENCH.

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