Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans
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.Shout. Flourish.
Bru. Another general shout!
I do believe that these applauses are132
For some new honours that are heap'd on Cæsar.
Cas. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus; and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs, and peep about136
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.140
Brutus and Cæsar: what should be in that 'Cæsar'?
Why should that name be sounded more than yours?
Write them together, yours is as fair a name;
Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;144
Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em,
'Brutus' will start a spirit as soon as 'Cæsar'.
Now, in the names of all the gods at once,
Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed,148
That he is grown so great? Age, thou art sham'd!
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!
When went there by an age, since the great flood,
But it was fam'd with more than with one man?152
When could they say, till now, that talk'd of Rome,
129 temper: constitution
130 get the start of: outstrip (in the race of life)
135 Colossus: gigantic statue astride the mouth of the harbor of Rhodes
150 lost . . . bloods: lost the art of breeding noble persons
151 the great flood: Deucalion's, not Noah's
152 fam'd with: famous for
