Caf. Ay, do you fear it? Then must I think, you would not have it fo. The (3) And I will look on both indifferently] What a Contradiction to this, are the Lines immediately fucceeding? If He lov'd Honour, more than he fear'd Death, how could they be both indifferent to him? Honour thus is but in equal Balance to Death, which is not. fpeaking at all like Brutus: for, in a Soldier of any ordinary Pretenfion, it fhould always preponderate. We must certainly read, And I will look on Death indifferently. What occafion'd the Corruption, I prefume, was, the Tranfcribers imagining, the Adverb indifferently must be applied to Two things oppos'd. But the Ufe of the Word does not demand it; nor does Shakespeare always apply it fo. In the prefent Paffage it fignifies, neglectingly without Fear, or Concern: And fo Casca afterwards, again in this Act, employs it. And Dangers are to me indifferent. i. e. I weigh them not; am not deterr'd on the Score of Danger. Mr. Warburton: (4) For once upon a raw and gufty day,] This may, perhaps, appear a very odd Amusement for Two of the greatest Men in Rome. But it appears, this was an ufual Exercise for the Nobility, that delighted in the hardy Ufe of Arms, and were not enervated, from this Paffage of Horace. 1. 1. Ode 8. Cur timet flavum Tiberim tangere? Upon Upon the word, The troubled Tiber chafing with his shores, Did from the flames of Troy upon his fhoulder The old Anchifes bear, fo, from the waves of Tiber Did I the tired Cafar: and this man Is now become a God; and Caffius is A wretched creature, and muft bend his body, He had a feaver when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did fhake: 'tis true, this God did shake; And that fame eye, whose Bend doth awe the World, Bru. Another general shout! I do believe, that these applauses are [Shout. Flourish. For fome new honours that are heap'd on Cafat. Upon which Hermannus Figulus makes this Comment; Natare. Nam K 2 Like Like a Coloffus; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about Brutus and Cæfar! what fhould be in that Cæfar? Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous; Than to repute himself a fon of Rome Caf. Caf. I am glad that my weak words Have ftruck but thus much fhew of fire from Brutus. Enter Cæfar and his Train. Bru. The Games are done, and Cæfar is returning. Caf. As they pass by, pluck Cafca by the fleeve, And he will, after his four fashion, tell you What hath proceeded worthy note to day. Bru. I will do fo; but look you, Caffius, The angry Spot doth glow on Cafar's brow, And all the reft look like a chidden train. Calpburnia's cheek is pale; and Cicero Looks with fuch ferret, and fuch fiery eyes, As we have seen him in the Capitol, Being croft in conf'rence by fome Senators. Caf. Cafca will tell us what the matter is. Caf. Antonius, Ant. Cæfar? Caf. Let me have men about me that are fat, 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 fhould avoid, So foon as that fpare Caffius. He reads much; Quite through the deeds of men. He loves no Plays, (5) be bears no Mufick ] This is not a trivial Obfervation, nor does our Poet mean barely by it, that Caffius was not a merry, fprightly man: but that he had not a due Temperament of Harmony in his Compofition: and that therefore Natures, fo uncorrected, are dangerous. He has finely dilated on this Sentiment in his Merchant of Venice. A&t. 5. The Man, that hath no Mufick in himself, And is not mov'd with Concord of fweet Sounds, Let no fuch Man be trufted. K 3 Seldom Seldom he smiles; and fmiles in fuch a fort, [Exeunt Cæfar and his Train. 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 Cefar looks fo fad. Cafca. Why you were with him, were you not? Bru. I fhould not then ask Cafea what had chanc’d. Cafca. Why, there was a Crown offer'd him; and being offer'd him, he put it by with the back of his hand thus, and then the people fell a fhouting. Bru. What was the fecond noife for? Cafea. Why, for that too. Caf. They shouted thrice: what was the laft cry for? Cafea. Why, for that too. Bru. Was the Crown offer'd him thrice? Cafca. Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, every time gentler than other; and at every putting by, mine honest neighbours fhouted.. Caf. Who offer'd him the Crown? Cafea. Why, Antony. Bru. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Cafca. Cafca. I can as well be hang'd, as tell the manner of it: it was meer foolery, I did not mark it. I faw Mark Antony offer him a Crown; yet 'twas not a Crown neither, 'twas one of these Coronets; and, as I told you, he put it by once; but for all that, to my thinking, he would fain have had it. Then he offer'd it to |