JULIUS CAESAR. William Shakespeare

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      SCENE II. The same. A public place.

       [Enter, in procession, with music, Caesar; Antony, for the course; Calpurnia, Portia, Decius, Cicero, Brutus, Cassius, and Casca; a great crowd following, among them a Soothsayer.]

       CAESAR.

       Calpurnia,—

       CASCA.

       Peace, ho! Caesar speaks.

       [Music ceases.]

       CAESAR.

       Calpurnia,—

       CALPURNIA.

       Here, my lord.

       CAESAR.

       Stand you directly in Antonius’ way,

       When he doth run his course.—Antonius,—

       ANTONY.

       Caesar, my lord?

       CAESAR.

       Forget not in your speed, Antonius,

       To touch Calpurnia; for our elders say,

       The barren, touched in this holy chase,

       Shake off their sterile curse.

       ANTONY.

       I shall remember.

       When Caesar says “Do this,” it is perform’d.

       CAESAR.

       Set on; and leave no ceremony out.

       [Music.]

       SOOTHSAYER.

       Caesar!

       CAESAR.

       Ha! Who calls?

       CASCA.

       Bid every noise be still.—Peace yet again!

       [Music ceases.]

       CAESAR.

       Who is it in the press that calls on me?

       I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music,

       Cry “Caesar”! Speak, Caesar is turn’d to hear.

       SOOTHSAYER.

       Beware the Ides of March.

       CAESAR.

       What man is that?

       BRUTUS.

       A soothsayer bids you beware the Ides of March.

       CAESAR.

       Set him before me; let me see his face.

       CASSIUS.

       Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Caesar.

       CAESAR.

       What say’st thou to me now? Speak once again.

       SOOTHSAYER.

       Beware the Ides of March.

       CAESAR.

       He is a dreamer; let us leave him. Pass.

       [Sennet. Exeunt all but BRUTUS and CASSIUS.]

       CASSIUS.

       Will you go see the order of the course?

       BRUTUS.

       Not I.

       CASSIUS.

       I pray you, do.

       BRUTUS.

       I am not gamesome; I do lack some part

       Of that quick spirit that is in Antony.

       Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires;

       I’ll leave you.

       CASSIUS.

       Brutus, I do observe you now of late:

       I have 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.

       BRUTUS.

       Cassius,

       Be not deceived: if I have veil’d my look,

       I turn the trouble of my countenance

       Merely upon myself. Vexed I am

       Of late with passions of some difference,

       Conceptions only proper to myself,

       Which give some soil perhaps to my behaviors;

       But let not therefore my good friends be grieved—

       Among which number, Cassius, be you one—

       Nor construe any further my neglect,

       Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,

       Forgets the shows of love to other men.

       CASSIUS.

       Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion;

       By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried

       Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.

       Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?

       BRUTUS.

       No, Cassius, for the eye sees not itself

       But by reflection, by some other thing.

       CASSIUS.

       ‘Tis just:

       And it is very much lamented, Brutus,

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