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As well as I do know your outward favour.
In awe of fuch a thing as I myself.
And bade him follow: fo, indeed he did.
Did from the flames of Troy upon his fhoulder
Is now become a god; and Caffius is
A wretched creature, and must bend his body,
He had a fever when he was in Spain,
And, when the fit was on him, I did mark
7 But ere we could arrive the point propos'd,] The verb arrive is used, without the prepofition at, by Milton in the fecond book of Paradife Loft, as well as by Shakspeare in the third part of K. Henry VI. act V. fc. iii. See Vol. VII. p. 412. STEEVENS.
*His coward lips did from their colour fly;
Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans
Bru. Another general fhout!
For fome new honours that are heap'd on Cæfar.
8 His coward lips did from their colour fly ;] A plain man would have said, the colour fled from his lips, and not his lips from their colour. But the falfe expreffion was for the fake of as falfe a piece of wit: a poor quibble, alluding to a coward flying from his colours. WARBURTON.
9 get the start of the majestick world, &c.] This image is extremely noble: it is taken from the Olympic games. The majeftick world is a fine periphrafis for the Roman empire: their citizens fet themselves on a footing with kings, and they called their dominion Orbis Romanus. But the particular allufion feems to be to the known ftory of Cæfar's great pattern Alexander, who being asked, Whether he would run the course at the Olympic games, replied, Yes, if the racers were kings.
1 Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well.] A fimilar thought occurs in Heywood's Rape of Lucrece, 1638:
Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with them,
O! you and I have heard our fathers fay,
3 There was a Brutus once, that would have brook'd The eternal devil to keep his ftate in Rome, As eafily as a king.
Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous; What you would work me to, I have fome aim: How I have thought of this, and of these times, I fhall recount hereafter; for this prefent, 'I would not, fo with love I might intreat you, Be any further mov'd. What you have faid, I will confider; what you have to fay,
I will with patience hear; and find a time
"What diapafon's more in Tarquin's name,
"Than in a fubject's? or what's Tullia
"More in the found, than fhould, become the name
" Of a poor 2 That her wide walls] The old copy reads walks, which may be right. STEEVENS.
3 There was a Brutus once, i. e. Lucius Junius Brutus.
-eternal devil- -] I fhould think that our author wrote rather, infernal devil. JOHNSON.
I would continue to read eternal devil. L. J. Brutus (says Caffius) would as foon have fubmitted to the perpetual dominion of a damon, as to the lafting government of a king. STEEVENS.
"Till then, my noble friend,' chew upon
Caf. I am glad, that my weak words
Re-enter Cafar, and his train.
Bru. The games are done, and Cæfar is returning.
Bru. I will do fo:-But, look you, Caffius,
Caf. Let me have men about me, that are fat; Sleek-headed men, and fuch as fleep o'nights:
3-chew upon this;] Confider this at leifure; ruminate on this. JOHNSON.
• Under fuch hard-] The old copy reads, thefe hard
7 ferret] A ferret has red eyes. JOHNSON. 8 Sleek-headed men, &c.] So, in fir Thomas North's tranflation of Plutarch, 1579, "When Cæfar's friends complained unto him of Antonius and Dolabella, that they pretended fome mischief towards him; he answered, as for thofe fat men and fmooth-combed heads, (quoth he) I never reckon of them: but thofe pale-visaged and carrion-lean people, I fear them most, meaning Brutus and Caffius,"
Yon Caffius has a lean and hungry look;
Ant. Fear him not, Cæfar, he's not dangerous;
Caf. 'Would he were fatter:-But I fear him not: Yet if my name were liable to fear,
I do not know the man I should avoid
So foon as that spare Caffius. He reads much;
Manent Brutus and Caffius: Cafca to them. Cafca. You pull'd me by the cloak; Would you speak with me?
Bru. Ay, Cafca: tell us what hath chanc'd to-day, That Cæfar looks fo fad.
Cafca. Why you were with him, were you not?
"Cæfar had Caffius in great jealoufy, and fufpected him much; whereupon he faid on a time, to his friends, what will Caffius do, think you? I like not his pale looks." STEEVENS. 'Would he were fatter:-] Jonfon in his Bartholomew-Fair, 1614, unjustly fneers at this paffage, in Knockham's speech to the Pig-woman. Come, there's no malice in fat folks; I never fear thee, an I can, fcape thy lean moon-calf there."