_Flav._ It is no matter; let no images[2837] Be hung with Cæsar's trophies. I'll about,[2838] And drive away the vulgar from the streets: 70 So do you too, where you perceive them thick. These growing feathers pluck'd from Cæsar's wing Will make him fly an ordinary pitch, Who else would soar above the view of men And keep us all in servile fearfulness. [_Exeunt._ [2839] 75 SCENE II. _A public place._[2840] _Flourish. Enter_ CÆSAR; ANTONY, _for the course_; CALPURNIA, PORTIA, DECIUS, CICERO, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, _and_ CASCA; _a_ _great crowd following, among them a_ Soothsayer. _Cæs._ Calpurnia![2841] _Casca._ Peace, ho! Cæsar speaks. [_Music ceases._[2842] _Cæs._ Calpurnia! _Cal._ Here, my lord. _Cæs._ Stand you directly in Antonius' way,[2843] When he doth run his course. Antonius![2844] _Ant._ Cæsar, my lord?[2845] 5 _Cæs._ Forget not, in your speed, Antonius,[2844] To touch Calpurnia; for our elders say,[2841] The barren, touched in this holy chase, Shake off their sterile curse.[2846] _Ant._ I shall remember: When Cæsar says 'do this,' it is perform'd. 10 _Cæs._ Set on, and leave no ceremony out. [_Flourish._[2847] _Sooth._ Cæsar! _Cæs._ Ha! who calls? _Casca._ Bid every noise be still: peace yet again![2848][2849] _Cæs._ Who is it in the press that calls on me? 15 I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music, Cry 'Cæsar.' Speak; Cæsar is turn'd to hear. _Sooth._ Beware the ides of March. _Cæs._ What man is that? _Bru._ A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.[2850] _Cæs._ Set him before me; let me see his face. 20 _Cas._ Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Cæsar.[2851] _Cæs._ What say'st thou to me now? speak once again. _Sooth._ Beware the ides of March. _Cæs._ He is a dreamer; let us leave him: pass. [_Sennet. Exeunt all but Brutus and Cassius._[2852] _Cas._ Will you go see the order of the course?[2853] 25 _Bru._ Not I. _Cas._ I pray you, do. _Bru._ I am not gamesome: I do lack some part Of that quick spirit that is in Antony. Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires; 30 I'll leave you.[2854] _Cas._ Brutus, I do observe you now of late:[2855] 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 35 Over your friend that loves you.[2856]